I am often seen wandering aimlessly no western scene is complete without me

I speak, but only after you, You chase me, but I’m out of view. I long to be, yet cannot stay For when I speak, I fade away.

I watch with calm, while all goes wild, A frog in chaos, but never riled. The drama flows, but I sip my tea, And make it clear, this isn’t on me.

I am known for babbling, but I do not speak. You might name a child after me.

I take the dead and give them life, Leave them freed from world of strife. Not predator, but neither prey, I revel in the world's decay.