Bats cloak themselves in the dark of night
Trying to keep away from any traces of light
Bats are true survivors of the sort
They love to hang around in total darkness
Especially in the outer court
Bats keep to themselves
And they love to sleep
Prithy they don't like to be woken up
Bats won't hesitate to attack
Should anything cross their path
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem