Once upon a time
Thherer was a little
Bat, like mine

He admired the bees
Who sang and buzzed
in the trees

Usually he slept
during the day
So did not get
up to play

With the buzzy
Busy, Bumblebees

They liked his
ability with agility
to flit, fly
gracefully

Silent
Above the trees.

He caught moths
‘On the wing’
Dipped into water
For a splishy
Sip

Sometimes
Silently
Bumbled around
With hardly a sound
on the forest
floor.
Jules Venning