When it's old, it's a space to store, Spiders make it their abode, It might not even have a proper door. If it is new, it offers good ground, It will have a great view, Where the stars may be found.

I lose my head every morning and get it back every night. I’m punched, hugged, drooled on, and trusted with secrets, yet I never complain about the abuse.

If something isn’t clear just look through me. I make things appear larger and easier to see.

I make up most of the universe yet you cannot see me I'm everywhere and nowhere yet you can't touch me I'm what looks like a shadow and known by all If i ceased to exist life would stall What am I

First three: spotted, blade for a bone Four more: meander, or put wheat to stone Birthplace to beam, echoing drone