Riddling continued

[Keith K]

Another riddle for y'all....

Small and slimy, thin and wary,
as dark as darkness and just as scary.
Pale eyes glowing in the night,
afraid to seek the morning light.
Often speaking, no one hearing.
Always alone, no one caring.

Also, here is a reposting of the previous riddle:

Who are we?

A remnant of an ancient race
We are said to be.
Folk call us strange and befriend us not,
Yet aid we give to thee.
For in our far-off land that lies
beyond the mighty bay,
We feed and shelter those poor souls
Whose paths have gone astray.
We run with bones upon our feet,
On lands with little sod.
Our wheel-less carts go to and fro
Where strangers seldom trod.