I strut with pride on autumn's feast, though I'm no bird to keep as a pet, yet I grace your plate with a festive treat.

I separate you from the ground, but I also swim in the sea. I can be the only one, but what is the name of me?

I have many eyes but cannot see, I grow in the dark, or I turn green When I fell ill, a nation faced woe, What am I

sometimes i'm called a buck or kit, but i have no fangs nor hooves i live within the earth's veins; i gnaw upon her roots you'll find me in your fairy tales, magazines, or the moon you'll have to keep an eye on me, lest one turns into two

a grain of pain sown out of sight; i bloom within a womb of night mother keeps me cloaked from view, slowly i am born anew when you split my sentient shrine, mother's blood became my shine kin of dust, i'm much like you; hidden gem in a world of blue