Peel me away and the treasure is free, Around corn and grains, you’ll often find me.

I borrow the moon, stars sprinkle the sky, while owls start to hoot and the bats flutter by.

Let me and my Bambis exist in peace in the woods. If you don’t, you risk getting fatally impaled with one of these.

I’m a home where feathers dwell, Where wings may flutter, chirp, and swell. I have no nests upon the tree, Yet many birds may live in me. My walls keep wandering wings in sight, A little kingdom built for flight. What am I?

Phonetic to an improper tense that means ‘I am the champ’. Twisting gears if it’s done up. Down-time so turn off lamps. Its other form, a measured chill. Grinds a grain upon a hill. A breaker worn. A chime that trills. Without it, all that’s left is, still.