Copyright 2013 by Leslie Varsava. All rights reserved.


The brilliant colors of sunset fade
Above the lake so calm and black
Swooping in on their nightly raid
Come little brown bats on the attack

With steady high-pitched sonar squeal
Too high for human ears to hear
The wee marauders seek their meal
As I tell myself not to fear

This small creepy winged mammal I see
Clears the air of mosquitoes
Still, I tell myself “Don’t flee”
As I shiver from my head to my toes

Source: Up North by Doug Bennet and Tim Tiner