A silent opera of the jaw, opening wide like a lazy lion's roar, contagious as a giggle, yet not a sound is heard. An unspoken call to rest, yet the day is just beginning.

Ships that fly through the cosmos-we once began afloat on oceans, in ages gone by. Businesses use me as a name for small, for-profit entities; the same word as the ships apply. Stolen by a rental agency-one far too large for my name to justify.

The first word is the end-something every living thing must face. The second is high in the sky-we see one by day, and countless by night. Put them together, and only two were made: monstrous things built to destroy, both great and small.

Form of poetry Oftentimes about nature With Japanese roots

A sturdy traveler on two feet, it dances through puddles and marches through snow, shielding from wet and cold below.