Indoors, but outdoors, encased by walls. Open sky, plant life, adjacent to halls. Not a greenhouse or the front or the back yard. The prosecution rests; don't think too hard.

Jagged-tile puzzle Spiral-cheeked killer Wood-cutter

Five: dire, most serious stuff Four more: three foot, a metre in rough A place to rest, when you've had enough...

Silver flickers where the sunlight dips, I dance in schools yet take no trips. I breathe with gills not long or leaf and slip through nets to taunt The reef. I shine on plates and in the sea name what living thing I be.

Double loop. Child trafficker? Sprocket rocket? Foot fuelled.