Answer:
Creeping on its belly, curled into a ring. Eyes forever open, beware its lethal sting
Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all.
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
A colourful bird that talks
The fans of the pied piper's smooth sound who are feared by elephants
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?