Bats

• Mietta Ting, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2022

When the night comes, it's like a blanket of dark
Stretching over every bit of house, street and park
Most are asleep, but not these ones
They stay awake till morning comes
These ones fly around over roads and trees
They flap their silky wings, gliding with ease
Once in a while, they stop for a snack
Often fruits and berries, they like to attack
Sometimes, not often, you might awaken
To a flapping noise that you think you’ve mistaken
But if you looked, I’ll guarantee
A flying shadow of black, you will see
And in the morning, when the world wakes up,
This flock of bats split and break up
They all go back home in vain
Until the night comes again