I can swim in a beautiful lake, but I cannot live in the water. People often spot me in A famous ballet .

The first is spying, an anagram of spoon, The second is a hound, but with two g’s at the end, Tried to be a lion, but changed back again, Always be black and blazing.

I make lowly reminder of the rain shower, but I do not make a rainbow in the sky. People often avoid me.

I am atlas standing tall, holding matter in my thrall, though magnets best me when mass is small. without me there would be nothing to mention. Still, my power can break dimensions. Two large bodies, creating tension.

I sound a bit like what a Wayward Son is bid to do A group of feathered fiends encircle high, and more accrue With lazy patience, hunting that which cannot even flee When nature sets the table for a feast composed of me