I’m flagging, I need a hare.

Don’t worry one will come.

I don’t see one.

Then I will do it.

Said my shadow.

I will lay down in front of you and unflagging match your pace, echo your cadence even as you speed up and catch me and seek to go by me I will leg sapping and mind numbing match you stroke for stroke until we are home.

But wait - what do we do when I have to turn and come back down, the light glaring in my eyes?

Then I will chase you, teeth bared.