I exist as a song and a plant, but I am not just something pretty but a snack too. You might find me in a Vincent Van Gogh painting.

I am known for associating with witches, but I do not bear ill will. You might leap to conclusions about me.

I am known for beauty, but I do not last for long. You might never see me.

Warm, soft, quietly rumbling, yet also quick, silent, craftily hunting. An acrobat twisting, bounding, light of feet, wields needle lined jaws and score of daggers fleet. Fierce protector of the keep, it seems all you do is sleep!

I'm causing scenes in the bays and isles. I'm on the screen when they check your vitals. I come in short, long, micro, and tidal. I am the hand up you say goodbye to.