I belong to the sea, but I'm shaped like something that belongs to the night sky. The most famous of my kind is called Patrick.

Head of a duck Body of a bear Legs of a wasp Feet of a hawk

Some consider it the voice of God, A warning they say Others experience it through power moves by S. G-A. No matter what you think or have been told, it’s never far from a flash or a bolt.

I have venomous spurs but I’m not a snake, a weird creature with parts that seem fake. In rivers I dwell with a tail like a beaver, protecting my eggs, a mammalian mother. What am I?

I told you my name was a lie, But in fact that too was untrue, For spirits can dance, And you might chance a glance, In the night, if the lights prance for you