One may be served with butter and jam, another with champagne in a lifted hand. One helps begin the morning right, the other honors a person on a special night.

In yawning mouth that never bites are many pointed fangs Irregular in placement, some below, but me? I hang. I dribble spittle from above, like ravenous carnivore A rumbling from deep below may crash me to the floor

Stands out on the farm, Keeping horses and friends Safe from winter and harm.

I’m a home with no tenant, washed up on the shore, once I sheltered a creature, but not anymore.

I sit in the corner, though not in punishment, I drink hot water, but seek no nourishment. I have no voice, yet I hiss and sigh, I warm up the room as the winter goes by. I am full of metal fins, but I cannot swim, I make cold air fade when the daylight grows dim.