Bats

Dark cloud in flight
By fading light
Emerge from cave
With sonar wave
Faces furry
Flying flurry
Night wing flap by
Bug trap in sky
Coil spring unwound
Above the ground
Hover at flower
The witching hour
Nose in nose out
Now pollen snout
Your sun is moon
Midnight is noon
Snooze upside down
Reclusive clown
That toothy grin
That see-through skin
You earn the nod
For straight up odd
Yet still we fear
To see you near
Airborne joker
Thanks, Bram Stoker.

–Weylan Deaver