Skedaddling Bats 🦇

Tis’ the twighlight of the evening
the summer sun has gone to rest
As I lie upon a hammock
I spy the bats out on their quest
Pipistrelle and Brown long-eared 
whilst the latter is so small
they fly flapping in a frenzied flight past my garden wall

Skittering, skidaddling
swishing to & fro
They cannot see a thing
yet are so careful where they go
Such sharp pointy front teeth
resembling a river rat
Oh how you mystify me
little brownish grey zany bat