Hasalsedow is lurking
On shady sides of well-lit roads
A shadow moocher with a shifty hook
Filling shadow bags with loads
Attuned to shirking silhouettes
Who writhe to keep the pace
Hasalsedows hook shadows up
To slink away without a trace
Hasalsedows at dawn break meet
On the gloomy side of light
Stacking shadow-boxes stuffed
Preventing shadows taking flight
You may think the shadow's shaky
Counted out and in a pack
But shadows slink through tiny chinks
Unrolling home, they soon get back
My made-up word 'HAS AL SEDOWS' (anagram) is Shadowless
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