I am not quite fire, yet I burn in sight, I stain the day and swallow the light. In petals I whisper, in wounds I show, In velvet and sunsets I come and go.

I bite, don’t chew. I can in fact run faster than you.

A simple sprout on quiet ground, with threefold leaves that’s often found. Yet rare I turn with one leaf more, and bring the luck you’re searching for.

My first is a hunter that stalks on four paws, My second means family, bound by no laws.Put us together, And though I sound like a breed, I’m just a soft bloom on a branch, not a steed.

I roll big balls of dung, songs of me are rarely sung. I can be bright and shiny, or horned, or tiny.