Sometimes a pair of peepers, sometimes a type of nut, is a popular remedy when used with witches.

You see me upon the ocean high, with white horses I ride. Foundations plunge down to the depths beneath but not to anchor me.

I arrive without footsteps, lace windows in silver veins, turn puddles into mirrors and lakes into locked doors. I bite without teeth, preserve without mercy, and vanish when kissed by fire.

I’m sometimes used as a derogatory term For someone who’s on the small side But I’m not the smallest thing out there And I also remind you, with pride, That I’m the Fruit of the Sea according to some. My heart can be found in my head. I may be small, but I can pack a big punch And to grow I have to shed.

I have five points like a certain shape I live underwater and not the surface Unlike my name I’m related to sand dollars