I'm not a ghost, but I'm all white. I'm not a cloud, but I take flight. I rush with force to bury and blind, Unforeseen, brutal and unkind.

If you say me out loud, I am a door. If you think of me, I bring imagery of a cute love. If you feel me, there may be butterflies in your tummy. If you remove my fourth letter, I become the animal that Bambi feels this for.

I walk on legs yet smaller than sand, I live through fire, the sea, and the land, In endless sleep, survival is planned. What am I?

Yellow, red, or black, In your mouth I leave no slack. One hard core I sometimes share, But juicy flavor always lingers there.

I sleep in winter or children's arms, I can be found in the stars, the snow, the mountains, and more, I am famously protective of my children