Not a bump in the night, it's a bit deeper than that. It could be a small creature or a even a rat! Whatever the case, one thing remains true, if it makes this noise it might just be coming for you.

Spiral ones are very fashionable in astronomy circles.

Two chambers I have, but no doors to pass, A golden river falls through a narrow glass. I never run forward, yet time slips away, Turn me around, and I start a new day. I measure what you cannot hold in your hand. What am I, standing silently in the sand?

I have no scales to flash in the sun, Yet I swim in a current that's already begun. I’m built of letters, a slippery prize, Caught in a net of your own clever eyes.

On one hand, it's a giant system where billions of stars align. In your hand, fluffy chocolate that tastes absolutely divine.