Louder than a tweet, lower than a growl, whooooo . o . o gives a hoot?

Playing naked in the water,
sitting on the banister, toots.
He’s way too often quite funny
but whooooo . .o gives a hoot?
Whish, whoosh, whooooo. . . o . .o
cares, dares give a hoot?
Though he offers peace offerings
and swoops down to overpower me,
wanting a little attention,
but whooooo . .o gives a hoot?
Whish, whoosh, whooooo. . . o . .o
cares, dares give a hoot?
He often shows uninvited.
Peering from his perch, he flutters . . .
all of his feathers are ruffled.
Whooooose hooting stutters?
Whish, whoosh, whooooo. . . o . .o
cares, dares give a hoot?
Screech loves eating burgers for lunch
though his eyes are, oddly, yellow.
It’s not my choice to keep him caged—
talons hurt fellows.
Owl’ll give a hoot!