Rhyming Riddles
Raptor
Raptor
of rough ranges,
Flyer fleet and fast;
Wheeler with the west winds;
By the linnet oft harassed.
My eyes are always fixed;
They turn not left nor right;
When I pull my ears down flat,
The meadow voles take flight!
I love the tallest trees,
And it really is a lark
To go out exploring
At nighttime in the dark.
You may find me in the woodlands,
Or beside the bubbling brooks;
I sometimes scout the swamps;
I delight in brainy books.
What am I?
In and Out
I’m long and skinny;
I go in and out;
I can work through the rain,
I can work through a drought.
Sometimes alone,
Sometimes with three;
You never can tell
Who’ll travel with me!
When I begin,
My things are quite small;
But the farther I go,
The wider the sprawl!
I contribute to beauty,
Playtime, and heat;
For use in soft craft,
I just can’t be beat.
What am I?
The
Traveler
I travel a lot,
But stay in one place;
I spin till I’m dizzy,
While never leaving base.
Sometimes I’m slow;
Sometimes I’m fast;
I wish I could see
The scenes I’ve gone past!
I was born in the forest
Where the trees grow so thick;
When I’m new, I’m all rough;
When I’m old, I’ve gone slick.
Sometimes I’m noisy;
I howl and I squeal;
I always need air,
But never a meal!
What am I?
Answers:
Owl, Crochet Hook, and Tire
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