Life of an Electrical Toothbrush

As I walk past the bathroom,
something catches my
eye.
I liesurely walk back and
I see shadows.
They are little tiki men
lining the bathroom walls.
Figurines? No.
Statues? Maybe.
Shadows, to be precise.
Gazing at the wall
with their happy eyes,
I think to myself,
they must have a terrific life.
I bet they come out, when it's the
Darkest of night,
when everyone is asleep,
I bet they dance.
But they don't move their bodies
to rhythms just because.
They dance to be alive,
to feel
Happy.
With the moonlight creeping in,
I bet they are estactic.