By Tonny Wandella
Two bats search the mighty night.
With their echoes of equal might,
And just like a lantern for light;
They follow their echoes: their only sight.
Curiosity comes and grows and the night they fight.
They avoid the succulent and wilt,
But sleepy ants are victims of this plight.
Whoever is spared cowers and wait,
While two bats reign tonight.
For no eagle no sparrow is in flight.
And yes its dawn: gone is the night.
Two bats dangle shyly out of sight,
From twigs, whilst ants trod on them without fright