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Little Brown Bat

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