I'm small but my name is long.1 bite, 0 sleep for you.

Hardy, low maintenance greenery, hang a few on the porch or in your room

I can be a cephalopod’s weapon of choice, or the fuel that drives a weapon mightier than a sword.

I hang over the city like a dirty gray shroud, I blur distant buildings beneath every cloud.

Silent whisperer in the grass, long and lean, with scales of past. Twisting tales of Adam and Eve Find me in the grass and I might bite.