Voiceless It Cries
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouth-less mutters. What is it?
The wind.
I Am Here, I Am There
I am here, I am there
I am burned into the mind of none
I walk on fire and live on ice
My words are meaningless for I talk not
I hate everyone yet fear no one
I have lived for centuries
Yet I have never existed
What am I?
Nothingness.
September 10th In Britain
What happened on September 10th, 1752 in Britain?
Nothing happened that day. It didn’t exist due to the transition from a Julian calendar to Gregorian.
No Head On Which A Hat To Place
I always run but never walk,
I sometimes sing but cannot talk,
No head on which a hat to place,
You always look me in the face.
What am I?
A clock. It runs all the time, it “sings” for hourly chimes, cuckoos or alarms, it doesn’t have a head (but does have hands) and you look a clock in the face to tell the time.
