The Art of Darkness

Poetry Sunday

November 6th, 2011 by Cobwebs

The Bat

Myself, I rather like the bat.
It’s not a mouse, it’s not a rat.
It has no feathers, yet has wings
It’s quite inaudible when it sings,
It zig zags through the evening air
And never lands on ladies’ hair,
A fact of which men spend their lives
Attempting to convince their wives.
— Ogden Nash

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