Answer:
My first is second in lineอพ I send shivers up your spineอพ not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
What do you throw out to use and take in when you're done?
What moves without seeing and cries without eyes?
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?