Winner of Writer's Cramp 26Sep20
|Exploring footpaths in the night,
Unearthly shadows by moonlight,
Neurotic mental states give fright,
Fanciful notions flare.
Peculiar every little sound,
A noise above has me spellbound,
Ascending and descending round,
A bat flies in the air.
Tenaciously I'd watched the sky,
But never once a bat to spy,
Now gleefully I watch one fly,
Caught up in moonlight's glare.
Descriptions spoken, stories heard,
I couldn't say a single word,
Because a bat flies like a bird,
As if it had no care.
They say there's nothing new to see,
Angelic visions disagree,
That bat astounds and dazzles me,