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! 😉
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.
My pleasure, Gwen! I enjoyed your poem so much because it resonates with my feelings toward THOSE BATS, haha!