All
Bats
Course
Downwind
Echolocating
For
Grub.
Hiding
In
Junipers,
Katydids
Lie
Motionless.
Nevertheless,
Our
Predators
Quickly
Relocate,
Slide
Through
Underbrush,
Vanishing
With
eXtra
Yummy
Zingers.
Clever yet charming poem! Oddly enough, I was just doing some research about bats since I've been observing them flying in the evenings over my lake cabin.
A fun exercise! I am reading this because it appeared on Bri's Showcase. Thanks for posting!
Xcept (i think P-H's) messing up some spacing in a couple of places, this is visually appealing, a bit like a bat's fluttering flight path. maybe use " Grubs" , not " Grub" ? one definition of " zingers" : " A sudden shock, revelation, or turn of events." i'd change your last 2 periods to 2 commas. bri :) to MyPoemList and maybe to share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done..from A to Z you have created an amazing strange poem with poetic behaviour of Predators, it is unique form, thanks for sharing 10/10