I can either eat your cheese, or control a cursor as you please.

Feathered friend with a waddle in stride, Sounding tales where ripples reside. In the pond, I glide with grace, In the game, take cover, find my place.

A sudden flash, a sky's electric grin, swift as a thought, and gone in a blink. It dances with thunder, but never stays for tea.

I’m a unicorn that forgot the magic and chose violence instead.

I grow like little puffs of white, then turn to cloth both soft and light. Against your skin I’m often worn, a cozy friend from plant life born.