Bat Wings
 
When reassuring daylight fades to grey,
With shadows drifting deeper into gloaming,
A stirring comes from darkness tucked away,
As beating batwings herald nighttime’s roaming.
 
False myths and folklore stoke our ancient fears,
Of vampire, monster, evil prowling night,
And bloodlust, greedy fangs that rip and tear,
From bat-filled nightmares wake in quaking fright.
 
Why do we fear a flying, furry bat
That lives a life predictable and true,
When what we really need to fear is that
Grim monster that resides in me and you?