Take me, hit me, walk all over me Hard and long; I make you rage I'll take you anywhere or nowhere at all A start and an end, and also what lies between The poet's muse, the transient's anthem, a young man's dream Answer my call, or don't I'll go on

Some contain clothes, others have boxes. Some even contain skeletons. One last thing, nothing to worry about, Some have people coming out.

Five to start: a small furry animal, one that often gives people a startle as it scurries by, so keep the cat nearby. The last four are a way to snare something, maybe even the first. Add en to this four and it becomes an illegal police trick. Combine the five and the four and you have a device people still try to make a better version of. When it works well, it uses the last four on the first five.

As a noun, I fly without wings. As a verb, I’m an old-school tactic for con-men.

I’m called a parent, but I never give birth. I host every connection, route every signal, and when I fail, nothing else can boot. What am I?