Who?

I soar through the night

On a cool summer’s breeze.

I land on the very tops of the trees

To search the cold ground, ready to fight.

I span out my feathery arms so to glide,

To find a worthier foe like a knight.

To see my contender would be a delight,

I hunt my opponent because he will hide.

I know I will find him through the night so dreary,

For I see his head coming out of the brush.

I start to swoop down and try not to rush,

He comes out now because he knows I am weary.

He sees me coming and tries to run,

But the razors I hold come out just in time,

I’ve been silent until now, just like a mime.

I let out my cry with the coming sun.

To let my adversaries know I will come

And my pride show, I Hoo!  Hoo!

Hoo!  Hoo!!