Category Archives: Riddles

Though my skin may be yellow, my soul is black. But in its very blackness lies my value, though the truth is I am more skin than soul. Fated with a stiff body I sit on a soft butt, and … Continue reading →

What I make is the sound of a certain animal famous for the way he feeds me at his own relief.

If I am the wind I can’t be felt. If I am a tree I can’t be climbed. If I am the sky I can’t be breathed. If I am fruit I can’t be eaten. If I’m the grass I … Continue reading →

I am a parasite on the body. I bite clean through the skin and hang on. Biting without fear, often I hang clear in the air yet my victim welcomes me. Somewhat male, I prefer to bite females (although I’ve … Continue reading →

I am one not American and my blood is not red. Winged, I do not fly. Well-footed, I cannot walk. Well-fed, you never see me sit at table. Although my companions love to speak I’m not spoken to. Should I … Continue reading →

Soft, yet I must withstand countless blows; and although I take them well, they steal my tan. Like a dumb snake I roll up my tail and head, yet leave my middle exposed; and I am as thin as paper, … Continue reading →