It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her
What a racket she makes.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
Why are foot injuries so serious?