Sure of his step, and
eager to win, the shadow boxer enters the ring. His gloves laced tightly, his adrenaline
high, he faces his shadow. He strikes, jabs, cuts, kicks--but never really grapples with
his opponent--that dancing, black menace on the wall. He lunges forward--reaching out he
is met at the barrier. The shadow silently laughs from the other side--just beyond his reach.
He dances, it dances. He jumps, it jumps. He strikes out, it strikes back. Always countered,
the boxer tires. |
Shadow Boxer |
Photos above take at one day of age Photos below taken @ nine days of age (Click photo to enlarge) |
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