I answer though I never call, but call and call again.

There once was a mouse in a field, Who wanted a nourishing meal. It crept close and squealed, As its fate was sealed, Clutched inside talons sharp as steel. What manner of creature am I?

I carry disease and mail alike, I cannot ride a bike. I hunger for trash and bread to bite, I'll steal your lunch with might. I'll hover above your fancy ride, and paint it China-white. And even though I am just as bright, I'm not a passerine.

You’ll surely lose, if you play me in pool. Borrow from me, and you may be a fool. Tigers and Nurses are two of my kind, one quite aggressive, the other benign. I’ll make you a meal, but I am no friend. My most visible feature is French for The End

I am a creature of the night, atruly fright'ning sight, I prowl the woods in search of prey, But when night turns to day, I shrink in size and lose my hair! And no, I don't use Nair.