The world begins as upside down

As moon once more will steal sun’s crown

Then from our roosts, we take to wings

As echoes fly, and cool wind sings

We turn and tumble, flip and twirl

As creatures sleep, and flowers refurl

At water’s edge, some take the plunge

To catch a fish, and drain its lungs

Some seek cattle, for blood fair

They lap each droplet with great care

Others still find prey in fruit

A much more peaceful, quiet route

But most just eat the meager bug

A moth, mosquito, maybe slug

For hearts that beat three times as fast

Bats must eat quick, lest they not last

The cold-snap winter, long harsh bite

An ever-lasting foodless night

Our insides slow, and eyes keep shut

Till winter melts to warm spring flood

In new year’s sun, we finally wake

And stretch our wings, before we take

To bustling skies, all filled with chatter

We chitter, squeak, as warm rains patter

Outside each roost’s new colony

While new life grows, inside each tree

A mother nestles pup inside

Her big black wings, and then takes flight

Together dance, and sing, and eat

And snatch up insects with our feet

Out in night air, our kind does thrive

To be a bat’s to be alive!