I am featherd and fly but I am no bird. When drawn, I show you the way. To launch, you will need to take a bow first. And there's a TV show named after me.

I feed on fuel that's dense and thick, No glowing spark makes my heart click. High pressure warms my breathing chest, To pull heavy loads at your request.

I spend my life chasing circles, yet I never quite become one.

Probably the most famous of this type of bird is named for it's lack of feathers on it's head... Wait, that's not what that means?

Elle bee was a friend of mine. Then some of us met Rick. Before you type your answer, wait. Three homophones exist.