Hiding amongst the many who form as one. Beneath the filter-fed canopy, I shy from the sun. Flow like a ribbon, though I ambush to feed. Lie me down in reverse, I’m spelled just likely.

my name is a ballroom dance, with jazzy band usually behind it, if you follow the tempo, it goes from slow to quick, with a swingy trend. the first three refer to, a quick an sly animal, whose fur can by red like a blaze. the last four refer, to a horses nature, as it jogs via the Westerly name. which means the same as in the East. back to the first when you combine them, has its origin, back in the ragtimes of old.

I am naught but a border, particularly for figures of geometry. circles adore, the rest general bore me, so unscramble this word for a jest.

In the kitchen I may help cook sliders. Though my name sounds like a spitting spider.

Y’arrr, what be this, worn from foot up to the knee maybe? Protection for warriors, fashion for ladies. Swap me first letter with a T, and you’ll be blowin’ your own train, see?