I rule the house, though I pay no rent, I sleep all day, my energy spent. You serve me meals, you clean my throne, Yet still you think you own the home.

I turn without a dancer’s grace, And carve destruction in my place. A silent eye amid the fight, My voice a howl, my touch a bite.

I swim in oceans, swift and small, With armor light, I eat and crawl. When heat is near, I change my hue, From grey to pink, a brighter view.

I have a skin, flesh, and ribs, but I do not have a heart, mind, or bibs. I am often seen in an autumn patch..

I rise without legs, float without wings, Found in stars and party things. Too light to linger, I slip away, A noble guest who won’t long stay