I scream above the waves, And steal more than I save. I wear a coat of white and gray, And chase your snacks along the bay. I soar with hardly any sound, Then dive when tasty food is found. By shore and harbor, I’m the boss What am I?

Insect sfx; alcohol's early effects

In yawning mouth that never bites are many pointed fangs Irregular in placement, some below, but me? I hang. I dribble spittle from above, like ravenous carnivore A rumbling from deep below may crash me to the floor

I roam where moonlight paints the trees, A silver shadow on the breeze. I howl a song the night can hear, Yet vanish when the dawn draws near. I run with kin, both wild and free, With golden eyes that watch silently. What am I?

Stands out on the farm, Keeping horses and friends Safe from winter and harm.