I help to stir with a steady pace, I bring light texture into place. I whip up peaks both soft and brisk, what tool am I within the mix?

It is often asked if I match the drapes.

In times past I needed to be developed. In modern day I can simply be printed.

Left to fall, it’s a slacker, Made straight when it’s taut. Theoretically: contains most within like a knot. A bunny with shoes. Hood’s release launches nock. Hypnotizing. A puppet. A connection of thoughts.

I stand humble on the edge of wood or shore, With thatched or shingled roof, a cozy door. Not a castle grand, nor city high-rise tall, But a quiet haven where the weary find calm.