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.