guard your head from skyward tears and fiery beams alike, a shield above your dwelling height.

I hop but I’m not a rabbit, I croak but I’m not a bird. I love damp places and moonlit nights. What am I?

Sometimes used to knock down beasts, a friendly bar game makes use of me. A deer when running hither and tither, a piercing glance, an iron sliver.

I prefer a place in the shadow and humidity. But I'm no mushroom, I am of the vascular variety. My friends and I like to be together. and my arms fan out like many a feather.

Round I sit, humble in the ground, break through my skin and treasures are found. I bring tears to some, joy to the cook, layer by layer, reveal my hidden look.