I sleep like a god and I grumble for snacks. I don’t do commands and I don’t call you back. If it’s Monday, I’m glaring. Don’t ask me to move- I’ll claw at your chest just to ruin your groove.

I race through space but do not flee, a faithful twin in gravity. I glow in dark yet do not burn, and in my arms, the tides still turn. What am I?

Once golden, now I burn, A stolen hoard, not to return. My wrath is fire, my wings are might, Yet greed has doomed my endless flight. Who am I?

Breath of fire, wings take flight, scales shimmer in the night.

I tickle faces, though I'm not a feather; I belong to a friend who purrs in all weather.