I brighten up a windowless room on a sunny day. No flick of a switch, or bulb needed in any way.

I am eaten without need of plant, nor plow. The product of a worker’s brow. I am left when tears are dry. Born from water, when I meet it, I die.

Five to start: a small furry animal, one that often gives people a startle as it scurries by, so keep the cat nearby. The last four are a way to snare something, maybe even the first. Add en to this four and it becomes an illegal police trick. Combine the five and the four and you have a device people still try to make a better version of. When it works well, it uses the last four on the first five.

I am the texture of a peach, A warm feeling inside, Or a blurry memory. What am I?

I peer through another’s delight, And curse what they shine in my sight. I darken the mood, Turn praise into brood. What shadow walks green in the light?