I'm a city dweller with wings, known for my cooing but not for my singing. Often gray, I share the sky with my cousin the dove, yet I'm less of a symbol of love.

I can be seen, but I cannot be touched. People use me to To see where their sight ends .

Tornados and potatoes share me, but through them they cannot see.

I exist as clothing, but I am not foldable. You might find me in a hike.

I’m red as a lobster, yet metal will change me. When I meet copper, I turn blue as can be. In you I run warm, in some I run cold. To those in need, I’m precious as gold. With a strong blow, I may seem purple. Yet this is untrue, I stay red internal.