Little Bat
Past the
sand and water, he fluttered
A rogue bat
chased fleeing turtles
While
peddled cars circled ‘round
Lonely,
perhaps for a friend in the world
A rogue bat
chased fleeing turtles
Brick and
mortar rose high above him, insurmountable
Lonely, perhaps
for a friend in the world
I was the
bat, I could not fly
Brick and
mortar rose high above him, insurmountable
Their
chipped edges, honed over the years
I was the
bat, I could not fly
Yet I spread
my wings and dove in...
Their
chipped edges, honed over the years
Met my
tibia and I fell
Yet I spread
my wings and dove in...
This little
bat had a broken wing
Met my
tibia and I fell
I had never
seen blood, much less my own
This little
bat had a broken wing
Just in
time, a proud protector swooped in
I had never
seen blood, much less my own
Tears
streamed down though it was just a scrape
Just in
time, a proud protector swooped in
The other
little animals brought flowers
Tears
streamed down though it was just a scrape
This bat
will live to flutter another day
The other
little animals brought flowers
Such empathy
from creatures so young
This bat
will live to flutter another day
Turns out he
learned to soar.
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