Crystal drops from above Fancy, what's not to love? Found in ornate ballrooms and bright An elegant way to deliver light

I stand at the crossroads, silent and still, Pointing to valleys, the woods, or the hill. Though I know every route, I have nowhere to go, I guide every traveler, yet nothing I know.

I hide in a jar on the top shelf, You steal me when it's just yourself. Mom counts me, you deny, With crumbs still on your tie.

Let me and my Bambis exist in peace in the woods. If you don’t, you risk getting fatally impaled with one of these.

I’m a home where feathers dwell, Where wings may flutter, chirp, and swell. I have no nests upon the tree, Yet many birds may live in me. My walls keep wandering wings in sight, A little kingdom built for flight. What am I?