I dance on the wind, light as a dream, a gift from the sky or a bird’s soft gleam. I float and I drift, then rest on the ground, a silent traveler, without making a sound.

I have many teeth, but never bite. I turn around, but never roam.

A blade is lowered into my throat up to the hilt. When it is slid back out, no blood colours its steel. I perform this feat with ease, for I am well practiced.

A long dancing tail, No feet on the ground, I soar through the air, When things blow down. But alone I just sit, Which isn’t much fun, For liftoff what’s needed, Is others to run.

I have teeth but never bite, the first thing you grab when you turn off the light. I’m made of metal and need a twist, When I get lost I’m the one you most missed.