"Who am I?"

Open this book of eye-spy.

Who am I?

Can you see?

Can you find me?

Am I the one shaped as a ball?

The one that is rolling down the hall?

Or am I the random thing in the mix?

The one no one can ever seem to fix?

Am I a person in white and red?

The baby on the page waiting to be fed?

Am I that person running?

Please, please keep on looking!

I know I'm starting to sound like doctor Seuss.

But, if it helps, I'm not Mr. Moose.

I'm probably the elephant with the really tiny ears.

Or perhaps I'm the stain on that very pretty cashmere.

Maybe I'm nothing?

Maybe I'm everything?

Will I ever know?

Will you ever guess that I was actually the snow?