Answer:
A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
Dark, feathery, and popular in Baltimore and fantasy books.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
What follows a dog wherever it goes?
What jumps when it walks and sits when it stands?
They come to witness the night without being called, a sailor's guide and a poet's tears. They are lost to the sight each day without the hand of a thief.