Insects scurry, sunlight falls I have a ceiling for a floor and a roof for the walls.

when the wind blows, i carry the babies, protect them from predators. Will i fall?

My first four are what you sit on. The last two are never off. As a whole, I holds things together.

Wielded as a weapon in medieval times. Now rests at the cabin's side. Jack Nicholson took a shining to me, when getting to his beloved.

Silent silhouette, slyly sneaking, mirrors your motion without meeting. A fleeting figure at your feet, a follower that never retreats.