My friend the bat while hanging from the eaves,
spends much of his time watching the leaves.
Waiting for the night so that he can go out,
joining some friends to go “Fly about”.
The clouds are wispy, ever changing their colour.
Drifting slowly, intertwining with each other.
With clouds changing from reds to purples,
Bats take to the skies, scribing large circles.
When the night is over and the playing done,
they return home as if they are one.
To hang from the eaves, or even a branch to borrow,
for a day’s rest just waiting for tomorrow.
As they rest they hear the wind and feel the breeze.
All is restful, lulled by the sound of bees.
The day is spent where it’s safe, where it’s dark.
They will take off later for a jaunt in the park.