The whitewing bat
Is the size of a fifty cent
Piece
Give or take a millimeter
It flies in front
Of the full moon
Hiding
Waiting for a stray moth
To flitter into its path
On the new moon
It hides
Burrowing into the closed
Morning glories
And hunting
The armored ants inside
That couldn't get back
To the nest
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@Stablish thanks, I also love bats. But these aren't real types, I wrote about them because I wish they were real.
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