I can be thrown, move fast, and even ribbit. I can be poisonous and colorful. I can have a sharp metal point. I can even be an action fish often make.

Evolution in the flesh, Feathered friend of variation. Many beaks I’m known to have, Subject of pivotal observation.

I’m out in the day and I sleep at night. I do not exist but can be in sight.

I am a twin who cannot speak, born when light and darkness meet. Artists capture my essence in black, revealing truth through what I lack.

I'm no plant, but branch like a tree; Though velvet, not bark, is what covers me. My sap flows through me, hot and red, As I perch atop my master's head. I help to fight and to defend, Though my time is through by winter's end.