A discarded carapace, shed by molting. From certain insects, it's quite revolting.

With four leaves, I bring you luck. With three leaves, I'm just regular. Lose my first letter and I'm that special person in your life. But lose one more and it's the end.

Take a bird, pluck out its eye, and lose its tail. Now, give it an ear. What do you have?

I offer heat and endless sand, or slip away from a post or stand. I’m harsh in land or swift in choice, one word that carries either voice.

Frozen, barren land, Life clings with hardy spirit, Where silence answers.