I often occur to flowers in Spring, I share my name with a magical girl who has wings. A smile might do this on your face. Or on your chocolate, a temperature change my white cast might place.

When Yule comes around people may bake one of me. On that note, I once existed as a lovely tree. However now I most frequently reside in a fiery pit, A sharp weapon is often used to make me split.

I am a beast of years long past and I have heads of three, I am no dog for I'm a cat, at least one part of me, The other two are far less seen Since other forms have shown on screen And with these clues, I beg of you, to guess what I may be.

I'm soft without being liquid, light without being bright. I gather in corners and cling to your sweater. Clouds are compared to me, and I'm left after dandelions take flight.

An armored tank of a megafauna, one of five species, all odd toed ungulates. Although their horn might gore you, they are unlikely to eat you, unless your family tree contains actual trees.