Farmyard Antics 140 Poem by Phil Soar

I strolled into a farmyard barn
At the start of the moonlight
The barn in total darkness
And I got a sudden fright

Hanging from the beams above
A truly awful sight
A thousand little tiny bats
All ready to take flight

They whizzed over my hatless head
And filled the barn with shite
Amounts that filled my heart with dread
This early in the night

It wasn't long before my head
Was a permanent target for
A thousand little tiny bats
And Guano by the score