Nursery Rhyme

They are as two blurs of
movement, a pair of 
synchronized shadows that
move when I do though 
they are not the shadows
that nature bestowed upon me
but rather shades of two very
small and very dark creatures
whose presence has invaded
my life. If I am in the garden
well then, so must they be.
Their soft, wet noses nuzzle
my hands, their tiny feet
pad after me, they discern
my direction and precede
me as I climb stairs, toddle
after as I enter the bathroom,
remind me when their
dinner is due, snuggle 
together in rest when I
make my way to bed at night.
I have become the challenge
of their hill and they
my Jack and Jill.