I purr in part, yet swim in disguise, A whiskered lie with borrowed eyes. Not what I seem when the lines are cast, I wear a mask where truth should last

If you hunt you may find me. If you dig deep, you make me.

Three wanderers pause as one, their pulls briefly agreed. Light bends, tides listen, and shadows align. I am order born from motion, balance achieved, A rare straightening written in gravity’s sign.

move without legs, I strike without fists, I spread without asking. You feel me before you see me. What am I?

I reach out, but have no hand, I hold life, but have no heart to lend. Severed, I wither, what am I, my friend?