I might be an eye color I am the name of a sixties TV show I could be half the name of an astringent. I am part of a nutty creamer Looney Tunes has a witch with my name.

Along this, you can do this. Feet settle and rest. A line never straight, North and South, East and West.

Fields of green and barns of red, It’s where your milk and meat are bred. Tractors roll and crops grow tall, What’s the place that has them all?

I live off another, Stealing life, I grow so strong, Host becomes my grave. What am I?

A wanderer in the furthest waste. Felines, tradition says, it will erase.