You use me to keep track, but not of the hours. I help you remember birthdays, appointments and baby showers.

Your parrot is not dead. It’s probably pining for one of these.

Stop guessing, you're already here. My name? Absurdly riddle-clear.

As a golden star, I'm a job well done. As a seed, I'm covered in spikes. As a price, I might send you into shock. As food, you might find me in a pot.

I come at night with fear or grace, Yet guide the hopes you long to chase.