A black dog stands in the middle of an intersection in a town painted black. None of the street lights are working due to a power failure caused by a storm. A car with two broken headlights drives towards the dog but turns in time to avoid hitting him. How could the driver have seen the dog in time?
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
You have me today,
Tomorrow you'll have more.
As your time passes,
I'm not easy to store.
I don't take up space,
But I'm only in one place.
I am what you saw,
But not what you see.
What am I?
