The Flying Hand-bat In The Morning

It was calm and cold,
My arms were in the comfortable fold.
Lurking, flying hand-bat in the morning,
I was excitedly waiting for its landing.
Rapid heartbeats with an overstretched smile,
Number one in every kid's dream and file.
She sang the ever-catchy song,
With an ending pause of too long.

"Little bat, little bat.
Go and fly and make it stop.
Where do you want to rest?
Little bat searches for the best."

She dove her hand into my chest and armpit,
Tickles and feels like an all-time favorite.
Laughter made the day already,
Making the crescent eyes teary.
Pal is a friendly little bat,
Making my childhood memorable a lot.
I don't care about breakfast or cartoons in the morning to watch.
As long as I have her arms wrapping me up so much.
Sweetly playing,
Again and again, singing,

"Little bat, little bat.
Go and fly and make it stop.
Where do you want to rest?
Little bat searches for the best."

Then I'll be the happiest kid,
With a great story to tell indeed.


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