I hear the day birds calling
Sweet songs on my ears falling
The night time belongs to the silent bat
With wings of leather they combat
Chasing specs we can not see
Hordes of insects, they try to flee
But the bat has superb natural might
In flight, sound is its sight
The locust flies but has no escape
From the bat who of the air does rape
Sitting amongst ancient tress
You have to look hard to see
They are there, the nights little winged friends
Whose wings in the still night air blends
Now is the sun rise and the feathered ones sing
All to His glory for a new day they hope to bring
© BAS …:}… 9/24/08 9:20 PM
Friday, October 24, 2008
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