when allowed to plume,
It is hard to see,

When held in a room.

EYES
Be you ever so quick,
With vision keen,
By your eyes,
We are never seen.
Unless, perchance,
It should come to pass,
You see our reflection,
In a looking glass.

RING
A precious gift, this,
Yet it has no end or beginning,
And in the middle, nothing.

SHADOW
Silently he stalks me,
Running as I run,
Creeping as I creep.
Dressed in black,
He disappears at night,
Only to return with the sun.

GLOVES
Buckets, barrels, baskets, cans;
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