Answer:
When Iām metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iām flesh and Iām blood, In the darkness I roam.
I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I'm never thrown.
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
I run around the city, but I never move.
A precious fluid, thicker than water.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.