-->“A bat is beautifully soft and silky; I do not know any creature that is pleasanter to the touch
Or is more grateful for caressings, if offered in the right spirit. I know all about them,
because our great cave, three miles below Hannibal, was multitudinously stocked with them,
And I often brought them home to amuse my mother with.”

Mark Twain

I just built a new Bat Box
Hung on a tree, in my yard
It was the least that I could do
And, it was not extremely hard

I have been fascinated by bats
Ever since I was a very young child
I’d watch them in our old church belfry
And they would always make me smile

As I got older, on my nature explorations
I would seek out caves, inhabited by bats
I also liked to camp out, in red rock canyons
Watching bats emerge at dark, captivated I sat

And there is a bridge down in Austin, Texas
That I would often travel to, just to see them
But very sadly, just like our honeybees today
Far too many bats are dying, coming to an end

Bats, like every other living creature, have a purpose
Theirs is to eat harmful insects, like pesky mosquitoes
Every bat can consume hundreds of them, in one night
They will be greatly missed, if these winged wonders go

We are destroying far too much of wildlife habitat today
Because of our arrogance, our children will pay the price
Building a bat box in my backyard, was just a small gesture
But what a wondrous sight, as they emerge from it each night

©Autumn 2014, Going Batty Mr. Ed