I’ve got a curve that catches, but claws? Nope. I hold up your hat, or twist the trope. I can reel you in with a line from a song. And yes, Peter Pan knew me all along.

Kick me or store me In the ocean, don't ignore me I fizzle or spill Be careful how you hold me Store me your fridge or shelf I will last longer than your elf

Hard sediment, tough and natural, seen all around. Music, fast and catchy, keep up with the beat. A chair without the ing, a slight motion, forward and back.

I may capture your artistic vision, line by line, or summon danger, in a duel’s design. You might find me in art class or the Wild West, but in both, I test your hand, and your best.

It is, arguably, the most expressive mountain in the world