On Being A Bat Poem by Sheena Blackhall
On Being A Bat
How lovely to live the life of a bat
Hanging around with nothing to do
Draped in the woods like a Gothic mat
Upside down with a vampire's view
To float around when the stars are out
Spreading my black umbrella wings
When the spider's weaving her murd'rous web
Threading her noose of throttling strings
Sunday, May 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: animal
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5/2/2024 7:46:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
To float around when the stars are out Spreading my black umbrella wings When the spider's weaving her murd'rous web Threading her noose of throttling strings.......so touching and impressive. Beautiful poem. Thank you dear madam for sharing this gem with us.