Rabbits chase me with delight, they say I help you see at night. Buried bright beneath the land, I’m pulled up fresh by a farmer’s hand.

I am a stone stage where the flames perform their dance. I have a mouth that never speaks, but I breathe through a brick throat. I am the heart of the home, even when my fire is cold. What am I?

I am the witch hidden in your lunch, and the floor of the sea. I help you see through windows, yet I am opaque. I tell the time without a single gear, But once I slip through your fingers, I disappear.

If opened chaos ensues, thus the many warnings and yet I still made do sickness, death and misery now appear where peace once lived

A head but no brain A mouth but can't speak I'm a catcher not a pitcher I'm always on the line but I'm not in the army