Tall and tight, in lines I’m laid, A wooden wall that guards the glade. Pointed tops in a sturdy row, Keeping foes and critters low.

A frozen threat, creating teeth from houses in the cold weather.

Guarding the desert with spiky grace, I stand in sunlit solitude. A resilient sentinel, I thrive where others wither, holding life within my thorny embrace.

Bees love it Seeds grow into it Bake with a homophone of it

Oh kitty, sweet kitty, I love you so! From your whiskers and ears to these on your toes. Like jelly and magic and sprouts of this kind, I do love these things on my feline!