Bats are the sonar sirens of the air,
Von Richtofen's of swoops and stoops,
Their evening fare they execute in loops,
Play Ping-pong with their prey, then Squash.
They sport black double breasted suits,
In squadrons go, return, reroute, regroup,
Discuss results, get well hung over:English Types
All look like wrapped up, tied up,old umbrella hooks.
They batten down like troops,as if in answer to a muffled drum.
Whatever game they'll play tonight, it's not quite cricket,.Chum.
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