Answer:
What loses its head in the morning but gets it back at night?
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
I take off my clothes when you put on your clothes. I put on my clothes when you take off your clothes
My full powers come when my makers are dead. I await a heavy hat to put on my head. What am I?
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?