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Five Bats
At dusk,
Screaming louder
than you can hear; dancers,
Jauntily in the air, catching
insects.
You will
see-not-see us
flying, sounding out our prey.
Food for furry tummy eats, treats.
Tasty.
Back at
our habitats,
We hang out together,
Chatting though tired; upside down
sleeping.
Look out
for us with care,
We will be there flying.
...
Saturday 7th October 2017 3:33 pm
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