The Owls and the Little Bat. By CpSingleton © 2014
There are owls in the rotor housing.
It’s not what you’d expect!
They are just sitting smoking apple pies,
I asked them why they do this,
They span their fluffy heads.
Winking like they knew the secret
Of those less easily lead.
I shrugged and sat down opposite.
Hands parted at the wrist.
Watching my feathered friends
Gently playing twist.
I had all the hours and minutes
Tucked up sevenfold in shoes.
I could wait for endless times
For them to impart news.
When, eventually, they knew full well
That I was firmly sat.
They whistled to the corner
For assistance from a bat.
The bat sauntered over, which
Was unusual for their kind,
Telling me that he was shunned for this, but
He didn’t really mind.
We chatted about nature and
The merits of the earth.
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