The shadow wolf and shadow bat
Share the same gothic habitat
But harder than vampire's tooth enamel
The lot of the poor shadow camel
Which tries to slink from shade to gloom -
The shadow elephant in the room -
The suns' rays shine too vast to number,
Through dusk and mirk and kind penumba.
The shadow sloth too has its flaws,
Though armed with mighty clutching claws,
Though it leaps up at sink of sun
The day has dawned 'er it's begun.
Shadow wolves also have a pack
And not a hump upon their back,
Shadow camels are sick as fuck
They think the wolves got all the luck.
[Inspired by Simon Forward's Shadow Wolf, poem]