I steal your words when I grab your tongue. You take my fur when there’s more solutions than one. My curious nature will do me in. You can try to herd me, but you’ll never win.

I arrive unannounced and leave without sound, claiming the highest of thrones without crown. I judge from the shadows, demand from the sun, and gift you dead things when I think we’re one.

What animal keeps the best time? It’s loyal, sharp, and on the clock. Always guarding, with every tick and tock. Never, ever, missing a moment to walk.

I flutter and twirl when the breezes play, I dress up in green, then gold one day. I wave from the branch, not making a sound, then dance before softly landing on the ground.

A ride on the p, I'm a sin. A roaring king's harem and kin. If you win a race, I finish on your face. Modest nuns simply won't let me in.