Bats On the Barrow
Bats on the Barrow
When gravel grows quiet on the tow path
the light intrudes on the town
Horse Chestnut's grow so dark
as the old stone bridges great span
Crows hold conference in tall trees
children abandon town parks
Then swallows take one last look
before the bats appear in the dark
Swooping monkeys on string
roller coasters suspended in air
little teeth with leather like wings
you'll definitely see one down there
And under the echoing span
moths like fools joyfully spin
Yet they are only killing time
Their game over before it begins
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