Answer:
I have a tail. I can fly. I'm covered in colorful feathers. I can whistle and I can talk
What has a coat? Hugs you not in sympathy? Whose smile you'd rather not see? Whose stance is a terrible thing to see? Who is it that brave men run away from? Whose fingers are clawed? Whose sleep lasts for months? And who's company we shunt?
What jumps when it walks and sits when it stands?
He calls in the morning, the day to renew, if his owner gets hungry, he'll be turned to stew. What is he?
In the fields a frightful thing. Watch it and you will find, it has a pitchfork in the front, and a broom back behind.
What is always coming but never arrives?