Flying Fur 1
The Stellaluna story, in verse.*
Hanging upside down
on a tiny tree limb,
she sleeps in daylight
with wings folded in.
No feathers on this one;
just fur, soft as down.
With wings spread wide,
she searches the ground.
Nocturnal, she forages
to assuage her appetite,
feasting on ripe fruit
in the black of night.
* Stellaluna, a baby bat, is the star of a children's book by the same name, written by Janel Cannon. An Owl attacks her mother, she falls off and into a nest of baby birds. She hates worms as food, and insists on hanging upside down, outside the nest, to sleep. Mother bird is frantic, to no avail. Stellaluna teaches her nest mates a few bad habits, like flying around in the dark.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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