I clack when you laugh, I creak when you groan, I build up your castle from marrow and stone. Dogs beg for my cousins, x-rays make me known.

Cloaked in bridal white, I glide upon the mirror's face. My silence is a song, my neck a question's trace. I am often the subject of legends told, of transformation or of beauty brave and bold. What am I?

I sound like I'm the place for grifters and cheats. A natural chamber found on no street? Do not get Vexed and do not dismay.. Behind two sockets your brain puzzles away!

I’m taken whole or crushed for taste, I keep loose metal held in place. I fall from trees, a simple bite, A quiet food in autumn light. I’m what bursts forth when urges race, A wayward shot with questionable grace.

Hiding amongst the many who form as one. Beneath the filter-fed canopy, I shy from the sun. Flow like a ribbon, though I ambush to feed. Lie me down in reverse, I’m spelled just likely.