The Bat

[mysteriouza]

The bat is, crumpled-up brown fabric
With bin liner wings
Swooping swiftly, but silently
Through the dark forbidding trees
The bat is the highwayman of the forest
Insects to avoid him, but he is so silent they don't hear him
They are shocked, silly dancing about
From toads toll to the tree top
'Hands up' the highwayman squeaks before he gobbles them up


The bat is also the ugly sister at the ball
Turned aside, cursed by all
He flies once more, Flitting daintily
A mouse, with razor sharp teeth
Nimbly dodging the trees, his glossy black eyes
Glisten in the moonlight, cat's eyes in the mood
His claws are the highwayman pistols
But they are grey and worn



The color of the seal pup's skin and winter mornings
His radar sense in the pitch darkness
Guides the highwayman back to his chair
Where he hangs, oblivious to the world asleep.