Answer:
Cold head and feet; round as a ball; always turning around myself.
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
turkey day
cats and deflation tires make this noise.
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?