THOSE BATS!
One second beyond twilight
And the bats are out again.
I wish I could rhapsodize
Over their velvety wings,
Their amazing structure,
Not to mention their tiny sharp eyes
Like chips of quartz
Shining in the light.
But I can’t.
And if they really are more scared of me
Than I am of them,
Why is it only me flying
Down the garden path,
Slamming and locking
The back door behind me?
And why can I hear bat laughter
Right through the night
Until early in the morning?
©2020 Gwen Grant
Dear Gwen, your poem is both amusing and enchanting! “I wish I could rhapsodize
Over their velvety wings” – these nocturnal creatures look frightening, yet remain graceful in flight. I remember running through the forest one evening with bats fluttering above my head – quite a fright they gave me, I must admit! 😉
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Thank you again,Veronica, for your generous and much appreciated comment. I especially liked that this poem amused you! How lovely to remember running through the forest and how long our memories are where bats are concerned! Thanks again, Gwen.
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My pleasure, Gwen! I enjoyed your poem so much because it resonates with my feelings toward THOSE BATS, haha!
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