Answer:
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
What do angels sing in the shower?