You first appeared
That time of year
When the sun is strong
And the air is clear

You tease and mimic
My every move
Making me ask
What you have to prove

You tag along
Whether I walk or run
Twisting this way or that
We move as one

I turn to confront
You with a smile
Then see you duck
And hide like a child

Playful and shy
You shrink in size
With the transient sky
We say our goodbyes

Under the setting sun
An end has come
To our daily game
Of, you and me, fun.

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