It can build a nest Or a fire Either way for it to be best More than one, you'll require

In a monochrome suit with a wild flair, I stride across plains with a striped affair. A horse in disguise, nature's optical trick, blending in herds, yet standing out quick.

It's invisible but can carry a kite. And make leaves dance without a sound. Can blow you away, so hold on tight. Can blind by kicking up dust from the ground.

I wear the head of a lion and the body of a goat, with a serpent tail and fire in my throat. Bellophoron met me with a spread from the sky, on a pegasus he watched me die.

Spun fine into thread. In beds. Under heads. Looming white, like a moonlight stead. Make your pick, before the seed-wind spreads. Fibrous from nature. Polyester it dreads.