I stood atop a cliff's edge.
Languidly rolling from heel to toe,
preparing my bet now to hedge:
will It answer or stay just so
Quiet saturated every nook
as the jagged rocks yearned to speak.
Nature is lovelier than any book -
I gazed as though I owned the peak
there was a rumble and then a shout
and the wind threw out my voice
I couldn't help but let It out
I truly did not have a choice
It was a song when It left me
yet what answered was abrupt
there was none else that I could see
the words seemed to have been cut
as If someone the ends did steal
throwing my words back like stones
yet there was a sadness I wished to heal
so I ran home to tell of the speaking bones.
I found my aunt and told her all
she agreed t'was more than an echo's call
"it was your shadow speaking solo"
That's why the voice was hollow
This was no real entity
No specter in the night
Only my shadow standing up to me,
It was looking for a fight