Shocked Bat
A bat flies in circles
Looking for some bugs,
Runs face first into a window
What an ugly mug.
You see, his sonar wasn't working
At all that night,
All he wanted to do
Was have a bite.
He had asked his buddies
If they saw any bugs,
They said they hadn't
But, he couldn't hear them, he was wearing earplugs.
That bat sure had a terrible night
Couldn't eat, couldn't hear,
His sonar wasn't working
It may be time, for a new career.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.7/2006
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