One Strand Dangles
One strand dangles.
Two strands twist.
Three or more can
fashion this.
Braids
By Sef Daystrom
One Tooth To Bite
One tooth to bite,
He’s the forest’s foe.
One tooth to fight,
As all Norse know.
What is it?
An axe.
Days of Summer
My days are in the summer
When you’ll eat me when I’m hot
In fact I’ll even eat myself
Where battles tough are fought
But when you find me in a fight
‘Twill be high in the sky
And if you catch me napping
I suggest you let me lie
When you’re bad come to my house
From Ma get thoughts profound
Am I big or am I small?
Some say I’m just a pound.
Dog. Dog days, hot dog, dog pound, dog fight.
Hear a Lot, Say a Lot
I hear a lot
And I say a lot
Few ever look for me
And even fewer ever hear me
I hide in plain sight
Whether its day or night
To help is all I want
But most like to bend me
And as if they had a wand
Never again shall anyone find me
They do this to control
Without realizing the high price of a soul
But when I’m least expected
They’d rather be protected
For there shall be no place to hide
What am I?
The truth.
From There to Here
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
What am I?
The letter “t”.