The Shadows

The shadows crept along as the night grew old.
They crept in slithering tendrils with black centipede legs
Skittering and sneaking down the boulevard.

The moon was new and the stars were out cold.
No one saw the shadows creeping along.
No one heard the rushing sklrrr of the shadows’ many legs
As they scurried throughout the night.

June Writing Prompts

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