Little Brown Bat
In the attic he quietly hung
Upside down away from the sun
His big brown eyes closed in sleep
His little heart a regular beat
For the day he hung up there
Until the night and evening air
When the insects flying about
Would entice him again to come back out
Barely visible he was seen
A little brown bat amongst the trees
where here and there he would fly
All acrobatic in the sky
He was no dracula and didn’t drink blood
But specialized on little bugs
And made a sound when he flew
To help locate his flying food
A little brown bat he surely was
And was a sight that everyone loved
Barely seen but popular there
Catching mosquitoes everywhere