In fields I wait, then spring from sight, with bending legs, I leap in flight. A sudden hop, then I’m gone quick, in summer’s hum, I move so slick.

I use my mists as a coy veil, Drawing you in with my beauty. You can hear the thundering of my blood, even from a distance. A ceaseless, driving force Cold enough to freeze a man to the bone, And a curtain strong enough to keep you close. Behind my veil, you'll find my hidden teeth, Ready to pummel and chew you to a pulp

Lines connect into the art Many eyes watch over craft We can safely pick apart This very tiny fragile draft

I come from a land of ice and snow What am I, do you know? Dressed in a tuxedo Dive like a torpedo

I glide on winter’s silver skin, yet also haunt the ocean floor. One self is steel that sings on ice, the other spreads its wings to soar.