Answer:
I spend the day at the window go to the table for meals and hide at night.
I am lighter than air, but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful, I am fragile. What am I?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
You shoot me but I don't die. You hang me but I don't die. What am I?
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.