In winter's grip, I hang so sly, A frozen spike against the sky. A drip turned solid, sharp and bright, I gleam in morning's first light.

Before your kind, I ruled the sky. My beak can wound you, sharp, not meek. Millions of years, my line won't die. Bird and reptile, which do you seek?

Something in song, bathtime and in flight

I once was a house beneath the blue, now I'm a gift on the beach for you. My first three are large and salty, I share my next five with an oil company.

Every dawn begins with me, At dusk I’ll be the first you see. And daybreak couldn’t come without What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me, I’m told. And when I come, I end all cold. But in the sun I won’t be found, Yet still, each day I’ll be around. What am I?