Answer:
If a dog were filling out a resume, he might list his mastery of this game under "skills."
What has a coat? Hugs you not in sympathy? Whose smile you'd rather not see? Whose stance is a terrible thing to see? Who is it that brave men run away from? Whose fingers are clawed? Whose sleep lasts for months? And who's company we shunt?
I move very slowly and carry my house on my back. What am I?
It's black and every time it speaks it says its name.
When I'm metal or wood, I help you get home. When I'm flesh and I'm blood. In the darkness I roam.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?