Answer:
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
When Iām metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iām flesh and Iām blood, In the darkness I roam.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?
A reaction to being spooked that takes its name from waterfowl
What can you share and still have all for yourself?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?