In the land of stripes, I roam with grace, a horse-like creature in a monochrome race. My attire is nature's barcode, a walking piano with no sound to unfold.

I am a portmanteau Somewhat bizzarely Of order's counterpart And bristle on barley

Slinky, mischievous, and curious come to mind. Surrounded by superstitions. My eyes are adapted to see in the dark. They might help me when I need to pounce. Hey, is that a mouse?

Dinner in tails? A snappy cocktail, on ice? Small fry? When you want the best, it can pay to shell out.

Merrily, merrily gently down the stream Life is but a dream.