At dusk,

Screaming louder

than you can hear; dancers,

Jauntily in the air, catching

insects.

 

You will

see-not-see us

flying, sounding out our prey.

Food for furry tummy eats, treats.

Tasty.

 

Back at

our habitats,

We hang out together,

Chatting though tired; upside down

sleeping.

 

Look out

for us with care,

We will be there flying.

We're elegant, we're beautiful,

We're bats.