At twilight we arrive unbidden to dance in the sky. At dawn we fade back to where we came.

I am a red city, With green gates. A knife is my key.

I’m chubby and wiggly, near the ground, In gardens and leaves I’m easily found. I munch all day, then take a nap, wrapped in silk like a cozy cap. Though now I crawl, one day I’ll fly, a winged delight in the bright blue sky.

I can be heard in conversation, but I cannot be heard in silence. You listen to me for a far off response..

I am related to the stars, but I am not alone. You might see pictures when you think of me.