Beneath the veil of twilight’s hue,
Where shadows stretch and stars break through,
A creature stirs, both small and grand—
The bat, the phantom of the land.

By day it hides in darkened spires,
A guardian of the night’s desires.
Nocturnal wings in silence glide,
Through moonlit realms where dreams reside.

It scans the skies with whispered cries,
Echoes bouncing, deft and wise.
A...