When you gaze upon my beautiful face, As I'm careening along, yet always in place. Perhaps the thought has come to your mind, Will you ever see my glorious behind? What am I?

A winged sovereign in orange and black attire, no palace needed to inspire.

A tiny titan, unseen in a pod, a sprout in disguise with a nourishing nod.

I dance on water, a delicate sight, Wings of iridescence, in morning light, A predator swift, with a hungry gaze, Skimming ponds, in a wilder daze.

It's quite a dreary day, innit? I wish my kid wouldn't jump in it. My dog does it too; it's so brutal To clean off my half-pug half-poodle.