Unidentified Flying Object

Wooden body and metal supports
Half past midnight it roams the land
Invisible to the naked eye
It flies; it hunts, for food tonight
Cuts and scratches dent the wood
For many things have fired at it
But their piercing arrows have no effect
On its hardened dented skin
Its multitude of colours
Radiates in the moonlight
Splinters fill your fingers
If you caress its mighty body
Roaming…
Flying…