A cute marine mammal, or a piece of wax you might put on an envelope.

I feed a flame, fill your lungs, hide in plain sight, and make up only part of what you breathe.

Humble home of the aviary variety, Rodents rarely keep theirs clean. Keep your locks and doors We like open air.

The same, yet named different words. The most divided of the city birds. One branch is cursed as filth upon the street, the other brings an olive branch of peace. Released in pairs, a symbol of lasting love .What am I? A gentle...

I flow from here to there, mostly freshwater, with little salt to bear. I start at one source and move to another body, with lots of things branching off.