A silent rusty courier in scarlet tide, I hitch a ride where breath resides. In blade or blood, I play my part, A metal mind, in a beating heart.

At twilight we arrive unbidden to dance in the sky. At dawn we fade back to where we came.

I am a red city, With green gates. A knife is my key.

I’m chubby and wiggly, near the ground, In gardens and leaves I’m easily found. I munch all day, then take a nap, wrapped in silk like a cozy cap. Though now I crawl, one day I’ll fly, a winged delight in the bright blue sky.

I can swim and I can also move on land, but not very well. I can be approval or a method to show safe containment. I am often paired with a variety of blue.