Dogs prepare you for babies. Cats prepare you for these.

Licks, tears, roads, pierres. If you guess incorrectly, don’t be me.

Built to carry, built to hold, at least that’s what the box has told. Reality arrives quite fast . . . one careful lift, and now I’m trash.

Remove the first and wear me on your head Birds use it all to build up a bed It can drop from a tree And snap without plea

I am blind, yet I see the truth. I hold a scale, but sell no goods. I wield a sword, but fight no wars. To some, I am a shield; to others, a hammer. Everyone begs for me when they are wronged, Yet many fear me when they are caught.