From dusk to dawn I'm hard to see, Forever I am out of reach. In farmers fields and at the beach, Where sky and earth come to meet. What Am I?

I am neither day nor night, Yet I borrow from them both. I paint the sky in fading fire Before the stars take oath.

When someone calls you a big C, maybe they’re complimenting your breathtaking greatness, endless vitality, and calming presence.

Feathers white as refracted light, a neck curved like a sigmoid line. Territorial, yet moving with grace - what creature rules a mirrored place?

I wear a feathered coat so grand, Yet never soar above the land. My legs can race the desert floor, Though wings I have, I fly no more.