I’m a whisper of motion in meadows at dawn, a tremble of ears and a leap across lawn. I vanish in thickets when footsteps draw near. Name the shy wanderer grazing right here.

Golden orb that rises without fail, chases shadows to the end of day, warming hearts with its radiant embrace.

Down, quills, hollow bones. All of this a bird owns. One more word fits the group, how indeed to fly the coop?

A stone that dances without a flame, yet shifts its colors all the same. With every glance I change my guise, a rainbow caught before your eyes. No single shade can make me stay, I shimmer, drift, then slip away. A quiet gem with hidden light, what holds the colors shining bright

Today my dog, Minton decided to eat a shuttlecock.