Thursday, 29 March 2012

Those Noble Folk Take Flight



With flurried wings and fluttered flaps,
In twilight skies and fading light,
Through winding lane and gnarled branch,
Those noble folk, the bats, take flight.

Not evil souls, nor winged fiends,
Or foul harbingers of the night,
But private scamps misunderstood,
Like swallows, dainty thrill to sight.

From sleeping barns and ancient trees,
In rippling surges through the breeze,
Benign and hushed into the night,
Those noble folk, the bats, take flight.