I don't have scales, but a thick, smooth skin. I like swimming with your boat, on my face a big grin. I slice the waves with my back fin and jump out of the water with my kin.

An empty shell crumbles to dust, under a ghastly moon. What remains is barely there, a shadow of a cocoon...

Red houses are red, White houses are white, But I'm not named after the color of my exterior. In fact, I don't have a color of my own.

You'll find me on the sweetest rose, biding my time to make you bleed.

I race with the wind though I’m not made of air. I slip through the silence and vanish from there. You’ll know I was near by the sound of my push - a fleeting, breathy little...