Answer:
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
What is full of holes but still holds water
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
I can only be played on a windy day