You would have seen it had you lived millions of years ago A bird, a plane, a giantasaurus problem We humans are lucky it happened

I have a beak, but I do not have a wing. I am often seen in Break-ins and heists.

I exist as a villain, but I am not only that. You might find me in a deck of cards.

Sticks, not stones, make my bones; And words can often confound. The bathroom is not my place, I prefer my sky unbound. Always under tension, you might think me tense. Call me comical, with but one letter difference.

My color is red, but I am orange.