Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

Bats In My Belfrey, Do I Care, Or Stare? - Poem by Michael Gale

As a lad i tossed up in the sky, badmitton rackets to blind radar's eyes...
Wing'ed rats flew at the long handled rackets-all mixed up in dark night skies.
Fun was to watch them flap their wings and race to catch...
Objects flying past at a speed well matched, fell to earthbound'd, night lit ground.
Searched for wanted sports like tool...
Easily blind and easily fooled.
Radar went right through a racket's strings...Oh so confusing, these reactions do bring.
Bats are usually frightening sights...
But not on this darkened night.
Zig zagged and sparodic in direction at night they flew...
I've seen others more ferocious looking, behind thick plated glass, at Brookfield Zoo.
Caverned dark danky caves are where these furried fox headed looking, winged rodents hang out...
Screams only confuses them and makes them scatter all about.
Women are afraid bats will get tangled in their hair...
If this would happen-had i would see, I might just snicker and stare, and
hardly even care.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 16, 2006



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