Answer:
Inside a burning house, this thing is best to make. And best to make it quickly, before the fire's too much to take.
Steals an event or even a mood. Reveals the truth or shatters it.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
Has feathers but can't fly. Rests on legs but can't walk.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.