Obstructing someone on their course, getting in their way Or vessel meant to hold things that were soiled by the day

Jack came back from the clobbering giants business and felt whack. As a rich man, he now enjoyed the simple things in life, went into his house, and shut his eyes. Covering himself with his trusty cloak, his last thought was: tomorrow I'm buying one of those.

I have a cage of bamboo ribs, A skin of colored tissue-paper. I hold no breath, I have no lungs, Yet I dance when the midnight winds awake. I glow from within with a captive spark, Lifted high on a pole as the dark grows deep.

I drink far more than I can keep. One gentle squeeze, and all is lost.

I’m a tiny flash of light, A sparkle quick and bright. On metal, gems, or eyes I may appear. A fleeting shine that draws you near. What am I?