Honking travelers in a V-shaped parade, they migrate on wings, following invisible highways in the sky. These feathered navigators leave behind golden clues on grassy runways.

a shaker on your counter the smell at a beach the tang of a beef steak what do these have in common?

Let me just ease you into the scenario with this wind. No, seriously, that's it. What am I?

In the realm where day meets night, A cloak of colors, a wondrous sight. Between the sun’s departure and the moon’s rise, I dance in shadows with a soft disguise.

I’m a fierce king, born with pride. Just don’t get on my bad side. I’m like a kitty but not so mild. You can find me running the show in the wild.