I measure milk and water too, A sturdy jug may carry me through. Four little quarts are in my care, Yet smaller measures find me there. I’m bigger than a bottle, but not quite a barrel. Pour me out slowly, if you dare. What am I?

I dive into a sunless sea, To steal the night and set it free. A hollow bone that drinks the dark, Upon a silent shore I mark. What am I ?

Moon in a bottle, soft and deep, I watch your kitchen while you sleep. I turn to storm if left alone, A sour whisper, overthrown. What am I?

I’m your body’s blanket, your natural shield, I mend when I’m broken and keep your organs concealed.

I am painted with no brush, Born of storm and light's soft hush. I bow without a spine, A bridge the gods designed.