I never fuss, I never bawl, I’m always ready for your call. Who am I, both sweet and small, A playful friend for one and all?

What's black when it's resting, red when it's awake and white when it's tired?

I cling to corners, dark and high, A fragile trap where shadows lie. I spin a home, but build no door, And catch what flies, but walks no more. A touch will break my dusty thread, Left behind when the hunter's fled.

I stretch out on the cold, hard floor, From wall to wall, from door to door. I drink the dust and never burst, A thousand steps have done their worst. In ancient lore I sailed the sky, But grounded now, I quietly lie.

Some say I belong in the kitchen but I'm at your office, at the bar and sometimes in your hotel room. Destroy this bean to unleash my beast for when you grind me right, get me wet and hot, I keep you up at night and I keep you going all day.