Over The Town Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I would fly as a bat, as a bat
Over the spire and the steeple
When the moon is high in the sky
And the streets are thin of people

I would fly as an owl, as an owl
When the fox pads through the wood
Where the mouse in its shelter quakes
And the badger tends her brood

I would fly as a lark, as a lark
To the sun on a windy day
When the breeze shakes the heads of corn
Like a child's rattle at play

I would fly as a wren, a wren
Hidden by secret mist
When the evening dews come down
And the lake is by moonlight kissed