I have a pocket, but I do not have a purse, wallet or any clothes on. I am often seen in transit, either going to or out from a metal box.

A fracture carved by time, think of it a joyful line. To consider it a flaw is absurd, upon them stands a crow, no other bird. Often shunned, found fewer on those who often look stunned. Toxic the stigma, equal is the remedy.

I make a meal of death and decay I’ll be the clouds on earth’s final day.I thrive in the darkness, the damp and neglected. But if you like to party, I might be selected My children and I, all interconnected

A black stone rolling around in a white lake, Surrounded by trees, that protect me from the outside, Cross a bridge to reach my twin sister, We overflow when disturbed or overwhelmed. What am I?

In my family, Mom can eat any plate she sees, but her babies cannot eat more than two. Dad only ever has one plate, while each pet must have exactly three. Uncles eat in hallways and aunties eat on stairways. What is my family name?