Silky, still, sublime; Artwork abandoned, alone, Covering corners.

Long neck, silk-white coat, I glide like a boat, Sometimes black, sometimes trumpeting note. Cygnet turned beauty, mate for life I fawn What elegant water-dancer am I?

I shimmer, I vanish, I barely stay, I can light up the dark, then fade away.

I’m planted to divide but grown to obscure, A promise of safety that’s never quite sure. I soften a stance without taking a side, Let profit or blame slip safely inside. In words I’m a fence with flexible edge, In soil I’m the line you politely won’t pledge.

I am not a frog, but please don't lick me! Also stop talking about and eating my stool you perverts.