It cannot be seen, it cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, Lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. Comes first follows after, Ends life kills laughter.

I hide beneath, yet feed the tall, Without me, life would surely fall. I drink in silence, never seen, I am the start of every green. What am I?

I prowl, I growl, I stalk, I pounce; I’ll eat your kibble, but may prefer mouse.

With ears that stretch and stubborn will, A beast of burden at the till. Some of my other names may sound quite crass, But it's not my fault that I'm an ass.

I think with my limbs and taste as I roam, Eight wandering minds leave one quiet home. I write in the sand with vanishing ink, Solve doors and puzzles before you can blink. No bones to break, no crown to wear, A scholar of tides with too many hands.