Together in pride, our teeth never bite. We wear our gold crowns, our hairs puffy white. A treasure to some, to others a blight. Wherever we roam, we bring tots delight.

My name speaks of love, but I hunger to kill, I seduce my prey, and hold them against will. And yet, people let me sit on their windowsill...

Glistening globes, like glittering glass on the breath of the wind flit around. A moment goes by, they silently shatter and leave not a thing to be found.

I crown beasts or blare on the streets. I herald the start of battle, or lament its defeats. One word, many shapes are worn, speak it now, for I am a ?

I spend my years in the dirt, I crawl to the surface in a big burst, I live a short life but when I’m alive I make thunderous sound