Angela Wybrow

Rookie - 482 Points (Salisbury, Wilts, UK)

Night Stroll - Poem by Angela Wybrow

My Dad and I headed into the night,
Hoping to glimpse some bats in flight.
I had only ever seen bats on the TV,
So this was a whole new experience for me.

The night was cold, but there was no rain,
As together we entered the leafy lane.
The lane was lit by the moon’s silver light:
There weren’t any street lamps shining bright.

Wonder and hope had both filled my heart;
Suddenly, overhead, I saw a dark shape dart.
At first, I thought it was a bird, but I realised that
I was mistaken, and, indeed, it was a real-life bat!

Having spotted one, we soon spied some more:
That night, we spotted at least three or four.
This was years ago, when I was still a teen;
Back when the world boasted a lot more green.

Back then, the lane was a leafy little avenue,
With greenery on both sides of ev’ry single hue,
But now a factory stands next to the site;
There, no more, are the bats seen in flight.


Comments about Night Stroll by Angela Wybrow

  • Silver Star - 3,369 Points David Wood (6/7/2013 5:42:00 AM)

    I love bats too, they flew about where I used to live. I always loved looking at the darting here and there. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 2, 2013


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