Answer:
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night never alone. my tongue hangs out waiting to be fed during the day.
Goes over all the hills and hollows, Bites hard, but never swallows.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?
I am all around you but you cannot see me. I have no throat but you can hear me. Valued during summer but despised in the winter.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.