I function as a container, woven with straw, wire, plastic or thin wood. But in some cases, I don't function well at all.

Sharp needles penetrate every fiber of my being, until I am no more.

I'm worked by owls Who shun the sun Mind the gap now My word, they have none

I leave a trail you cannot see, yet clever noses follow me. A hound may chase where I have been, what am I drifting on the wind?

Water or walk-in. Shut my door when you're done. Inside me sometimes there's a skeleton. Remove my last letter: you're near or you shut. Remove first and last: I'm a win undercut.