A Sound Riddle I fall so gently to the ground I hardly even make a sound. But if you roll me in a ball And throw me hard Against a wall You may hear whizzing And after that A thud or a pop Or a wet ker-splat. What am I?       A Little Riddle I have a bowl named after me As cozy a home as it can be With one big window Round and clear It's very wet, but I like it here. I'm not as rich As my name implies Especially for one my size. What am I? A Magical Riddle I brush against your skin And you may look And I'll be there. But you won't see me Even then. There's magic in the air. What am I? A Windy Riddle Up in the air When the wind is high Here and there I flit and fly. I'd join the clouds But can't fly free For somebody else Is flying me. What am I? A Drippy Riddle I slosh in the ocean Then quiet as a cloud I drift in slow motion Til I drip, drip loud. What am I?    A Shiny Riddle I don't come up. You say I do. I don't go down. You say, too. I shine like nothing else can Or won't. Even when you say I don't. What am I? A Difficult Riddle Not always round But never square. Bright and shiny When I'm there. When I'm not They call me new But I am old, Older than you. What am I?

A Bent Riddle Rain is spent. Now colors bent Frame a clear, blue sky. What am I?      A Plucky Riddle The wind It blows my house around And worms I pluck them from the ground. A song I sing it sweet and clear And wings They fly when cats come near. What am I? A Long And Winding Riddle I've run across the land Ten thousand years The same, or nearly same Path to the sea, But life is not as dull as it appears I never want for friends Or company. What am I?    A Playful Riddle I bury bones And bark at cars And love to howl Beneath the stars. I like to eat And love to play, Not like cats Who sleep all day. What am I? A Wiggly Riddle I look like a bee All black and yellow But I'm a wiggly Squiggly fellow, Munching milkweed At all hours Someday I will dine On flowers. Then I won't be A wiggly guy. I'll have wings To fly, fly, fly. What am I? A Handsome Riddle In my pocket's something round Though I can make it flat. It holds a lot of stuff for me: A book, a ball, a bat. Sharp in parts, but mostly soft With hard things in the middle I've got two and so have you But not this handsome riddle. What am I?       back to top