The bat flies,
swoops through the air,
twisting and turning gracefully,
dancing through the thick night air.
She gently skims the water,
the reflection of her little body in the lake,
gleaming in the wonderful moonlight
as her pink tongue laps the cool water
Her tiny wings flap,
screeching out her threatening song to all prey
she is here and hungry,
waiting to feast on her catch.
Her sharp ears sense life among the dirt,
she dives blindly and catches a mouse, squealing.
The bat flaps back to her cave, tired and hungry
and devours her freshly caught prey,
as the crack of dawn appears and the sun glows,
summoning the bat to sleep