Fields of gold await, Nature's bounty now gathered, Cornucopia.

I guard the sands where secrets sleep, With lion’s strength and wisdom deep. I ask no words, yet riddles cling, To ancient stone and silent wing. Part beast, part thought, part mythic link. Name me now, what do you think?

A tiny whisper on four small feet, In silence prowls where crumbs retreat. Or with a computer I'm not too bad, Leading your pointer on a pad.

In citrus realms, I play a game, sweet yet sour, I stake my claim. A sunrise hue with a bitter bite, my giant kin keeps breakfast bright.

Slipped through the cracks, no sound was made. Stretching across the ground, shrinking as the day goes by. I warm your face, without a physical embrace- A golden guest from morning’s break.