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What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
What has legs but doesn't walk?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
My tail is long, my coat is brown. I like the country, I like the town. I can live in a house or live in a shed, and I come out to play when you are in bed. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?