I have at least one heart, and I have a beak. I am as smart, or maybe smarter, than the bird that says Nevermore.

I am located in a bed, but I am not in a dream. People visit me for fish and the bubbling brooks.

I’m toe-tally elusive, a sole survivor, they say. I leave big impressions, then sneakily walk away. Caught blurry on cam, I ghost the frame, yet folks still chase my giant name.

In realms where winged sandals dost glide, A slayer of beasts, though mortal, he cried. With shield of reflection, his valor was cast, To save fairest maid from a fate most aghast.

I could be an heirloom, I may be from Rome. If it’s cherries or grapes, I’m never alone. Look at my family, and poison you’ll find. But I’m lovely to eat, if you’re so inclined.