Answer:
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you don’t?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?