I have a style, but I do not have a twin. I am often seen in a frozen friend.

I flit through the night on silent flight, or swing in the day with all my might. Upside down or gripped in your hand, Im a creature or tool, in sky or on land.

I can swim in rhythm with a powerful undulation, but I cannot live in water. People often spot me in forests, meadows or fields.

I grow round and orange under the sun, carved with a grin when the fall is begun. I sit on porches or float in a stew, what am I, that Halloween loves too?

With my armour I'm like a living stone the path that is sideways is my own my claws grasp those who cannot flee every animal will become like me