Below I Live

Below I live, above I suffer

The hands may reach, but I am tougher.

I never rest my eyes

As my memory dies.

I may be like a jester or a purring beast

We can be captured and killed, or caught and released.

We are always learning as we travel around

It seems like we’re speaking, but our voices are drowned.

Riddle of the Week March 25 Answer

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