Bats Poems - Poems about Bats

If ultrasound machines of the world all break down We had better make friends with nocturnal bats.brown. They use ultrasound to locate and navigate There is one hanging by my west garden gate Vampire bats could help us diagnose disease Be polite and make sure you use thank you and please Nurses and doctors will have to be trained to be...

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Soaring through the sky of early fall Abolishing mosquitos, eating for all Your siren song echoes in the night. Hungry little teeth white and bright Webbed wings flank the higher you soar. Dark vessels visible through the black uproar You’ve joined all your friends in your endless hunt Soft chitters of excitement...

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At the end of the day Reality bats last So when you worry That we’re down in the 9th Just remember Take heart And find solace That reality always Has the final say (8/2/24) ...

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Nosy minds in fall of night Like foul bats envying the light They're like fool dogs barking till dawn Finding some dirt in other's lawn They're all like puppets in a play They are like some toys made of clay Stupid idiots who know nothing Pulling others is their only thing I still wonder if...

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I didn't sleep again It's boring me to tears I think I'm getting better I've felt this way for years I don't need a doctor Have you met my mother? Oh, she died long ago Maybe I meant my brother People keep on staring What are you looking at? I just found my wristwatch It's time to walk the cat I keep hearing voices I hope my head's...

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Hey! Let’s go see the bats! At first I am thinking baseball bats. But this is late evening, so the black ones come into my head. What bats? Why would I want to? My brother says ‘It is amazing! They come out all at once. Where? Carlsbad Cavern. Come on! How many bats come out? I ask. Five thousand a minute is...

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In the dead of night, when shadows creep, A haunting presence, secrets to keep. Beneath the moon's gaze, darkness awakes, As Halloween's spell, its hold it takes. Ghosts and ghouls, they roam the land, A spectral army, at their command. Whispering winds, a chilling breeze, Echoing screams, the sound of unease. Jack-o'-lanterns flicker with an eerie glow, Their grinning faces, a sinister show. Witches on...

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A flying house! I have never seen such a sight! This was said from the east, the north, the south and the right. It’s bats in the belfry! A Halloween expert said as he looked in the sky. I watched the house swoop almost to my head as it flew on by....

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Imperiling through the sky with blood settled on the tip of their tounges. They call out a cult of white hoods with the Illuminati eye on the shroud humanoids with red scaly skin 8 feet tall and burrow in the mesopelagic zone stationed into a temple full of books such as the Grapes of Wrath....

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I asked a slug “tell me of beauty” He passed me a slimy smile And sped away. Who would trust a Ferret With the family jewels? Do they make tiny Peloton wheels My hamster is getting fat. Why is the Mantis praying And what is it praying for? Do fat house cats envy the mouse’s freedom? When a snail gets sick Does he become a shell of...

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A disastrous sunflower, Poe is hour after hour now studied the way a murder is by Alfred Hitchcock or Sherlock Holmes long-lived even in death, he suffers in hell through our eyes on the page and our ears thereafter....

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With Thanks they spoke of the endearing and restorating power of togetherness. Even in doubt when people wish those chores and tasks done they will unite to see things done. One fella told a story of birds: he said that for a thosand years seagulls floew from the west coast of a certain conteint, to an underground cave in the desert. They bought oysters and...

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Ghosts on a trampoline jumping with a zing and a zang. I watch them parading with a clang, clang, clang. A grotesque goblin greets a gremlin gang. Beloved belfry bats bang bells with a bang. It’s a Halloween picnic for Hecliff the Hang. A monster who talks us all up in a Tenessee twang....

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Unable to escape my fate, alas I am a denizen of the night. As darkness descends my adventures begin. Such freedom in soaring flight, a freedom that humanity will never experience, exhilaration beyond measure. Under the magic of the midnight moon I live my life. Skimming ponds and lakes, scooping up water, so refreshing. Gripped by a ferocious appetite and driven by hunger: Night-flying insects beware!...

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Must see an optometrist next week Not saying I'm blind as a bat, but bats see better The tiny type on TV... forget it Don't know why they bother Might as well be greek as far as I'm concerned Oh for the days of my youth When type didn't have to be billboard size Such happy days they were When stop signs were...

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