I weave a web of silver silk to catch my prey. I have eight legs and many eyes. I hide in corners and wait for a fly. What am IA

I hang in the sky each night with a silver glow. I pull the tides and light the dark. I wax and wane but never go. What am I

I lay out yonder, all busted and flat, Was livin' just fine, but now I ain't that. Folks honk and they swerve, or maybe they don't. What am I, y'all, that's gone and been smote?

Built of twigs and tucked away, I keep small eggs safe night and day. Though I am not a house by name, for many birds I serve the same.

Cat six, in four pairs, whisks me. In turn I bring infinite pups and kitties.