My dog has an unreciprocated love affair with butterfly shadows.
Then, in front of his very eyes-
Even when the true butterfly settles in front of him-
Or darts in front of his nose-
He remains true always to the shadow.
While a fine connoisseur of shadows, myself-
I hope that I am never too focused-
To look up from the ground-
And see the moment the wing of a butterfly-
Catches the sideways slant of a sunbeam.
While not as charming as my dog, I have some shadows and water in my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor. It is available here.