I have a blue lagoon at my heart, a ring of coral that keeps it apart. Born from the fire that sank below the waves, I am the life that the ocean saves. I have no mountains, no high peaks to show, only sand, sun and the sea's gentle flow.

I do not know where I go, the destination is not the goal. I travel from point to point, aimlessly moving from night-to-night. my goal is solely to feed my stock, whose livelihood is tied to every plot I walk.

I carry your junk, and climb with grace, yet you shout in my stubborn face. I’ll give you sass, you’ll call me an A S S, but truth be told, I’ve got more class. I bray, I kick, I take no flack, but I will still haul you back.

What constantly goes through phases, but always stays the same?

I scurry in shadows and hide in a house, yet glide on a desk like I’m quiet as drowse. I’m tiny, I’m quick, I can click or I can creep. What am I, dancing from floorboards to sleep?