Musing 106 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Bats hinging on the top of trees
Under the darkness of leaves congested
Avoiding the generous sun rays exposing.
Bats are construed specie happiest upon earth
Living upon the abode of peace without any sordid disturbances
Amid comforting cooling ambience with eyes drooping.
They will not barter the slumber precious anyhow
In lieu of offer wandering through the scorching days
And will be fattened and prosperous more on night care
As they know how easy to pierce the veins laboring.