On clear days I search in silence, my cool eye a shade of pale. In billowing thickness, with glaring red eye I screech and wail. My power keeps you from the glow. Ever-ready, you'll know to go. What am I?
A smoke detector. Clear days = no smoke. Thickness = smoke. Ever-ready = like the battery brand.
I can wave my hands at you, but I never say goodbye. You are always cool when with me, even more so when I am high! What am I?
A very pretty thing am I, fluttering in the pale-blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
Take your time do not fear. Sadly I am never clear. My answer stares you in the face. Read me over and over just in case. My answer will cause you pain. But a smile you will gain. Today I am like a July evening dream. To find my answer you may need a team. What am I ?
I only have one eye and a long tail that I let fly. Every time I go through a gap, I leave a bit of my tail in the trap. What am I?
