It takes a keen eye to spy my quirky neighbors.

You may think I refer to the resident pack,

Furry family friends that illicit such laughter,

But no, they have not this knack.

 

One may decide to see a bird darting about

Between the treetops during a summer’s sunset,

As I have done at the end of a long day out.

But trust in your instrument!

 

Open your eyes and observe the oscillation

Moving to and fro, see pointed wings form

As the sonic chirping creates the distinction.

Listen, and their song will inform.

 

No one seems to take notice, as night falls,

That our neighborly bats take to the skies

Against the sunset, racing about, their calls

Ringing out as heralds of the summer’s rise.