Bats
Fluttering, flapping
The leathery wings,
Screeching, howling
The epauletted bat sings.
On a Fall night,
The cries can be heard.
Bats of all kinds,
Mistake them not for a bird.
The Stars in the sky
The bats in the air.
Silence, we hear
Echolocation is there.
Finding their prey,
Sonar in use.
Bats are amazing,
a very inspiring muse.
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I love poetry and science (mostly chemistry) and I'm a Christian. I have a cat named Ninja, hence the username. :)
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