Answer:
Round as a button, deep as a well. If you want me to talk, you must first pull my tail.
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
They can be harbored, but few hold water. You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else. You can carry them, but not with your arms. You can bury them, but not in the earth.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?