Some surf on lakes or the sea, but on cold white waves I flow. Two feet firmly secured, I glide to the valley below.

CUE THE NOIRE SAXOPHONE MUSIC To help the dame, I needed information, and knew I was going to have to Pry it out of someone. So I tightened my trenchcoat and went to the place where murder goes drinking. It was an aptly-named watering hole. The pun made my eyes roll back like a museum crate lid. It was a little too on the nose... well... on the beak. I knew I was going to need Leverage. Those birdbrains had thick skulls and I was going to need a long tool made of steel to extract anything. Maybe if the end of the tool looked a bit like one of their clawed feet, it would give them pause. Luckily, I found the perfect tool sitting out next to a warehouse.

Dire straits I will cause, swirling endless into abyss.

I'm an aviary type and yes my bones are hollow. At least my name carries no innuendo, like that little weirdo swallow.

I fit in sockets, and brighten the space, I sprout, then grow, then flower in place. A four-letter word, one few stop to think, Yet I live in the soil, and glow in a blink.