A ribbon for the neck, warmth in a wrap, dancing in the wind, a colorful hug.

I’m a silent traveler who follows a lead, leaving a clean trail wherever I tread. I have no mouth, yet I feast on your mistakes. The more I eat, the smaller I become until I disappear entirely. What am I?

I follow you without a sound I vanish when the dark comes around What am I

I have jaws but cannot bite, I grip and twist with all my might, What am I?

I’m a tiny room that’s not for sleep, I guard your shirts and secrets deep. You visit me but never stay, I eat your mess at least, that’s what you say. What am I?