A swashbuckling cat wore me during his quest, To prove that a feline can be dressed for the best. I am England’s name for the back storage car part, And what a computer does to warm up and start.

I fall to guard the burning view, A silent door you never knew. I drop in trust, I rise in fear, I fade and live a thousand times a year. To grant you sight, I briefly hid. What opens sight by being slid?

A crystal palace to hold the sun's rays, Nurturing life in a protective embrace. Whatever the season, I grow in private, But too much of my gases might change your climate.

So you didn't quite grasp it, A riddle or clue, And it made you see red, So you painted it blue, Before you let loose my arrow, Hold on, think it through, Not everything made, Can be made just for you

A sky's soft glow Or a Zone in a show Between day and dark Also a unicorn with spark