Answer:
What can't you see, hear or feel, until itβs too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
Small, containing light, You'll need it in the dark, It will provide that spark, and shine into the night. Will light up any pyre, 'Cause it can help make a fire.
Built of metal or wood to divide. It will make us good neighbors, if you stay on your side. What is it?
It's in your hand though you cannot feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
I am partially baked. I am not completely lit. I am a portion of the moon. I am lesser than full wit. I am a divider of the hour. I am not a total lie. I am a sibling through one parent.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red. What am I?