Bat

I have never seen

A more interesting being

One that frightens so.

Its leathery flying,

Of course I’m implying,

A creature of nighttime flow.

It is a bat.

Like putting wings on a rat

And they come in different sizes

Some large, some small

Though none of them at all

Are warlocks under disguises

I shall not dismiss this completely

My experience shows clearly

That wickedness knows no end

A clever disguise

No feign surprise

From bat to person whose bent

Still I love these creatures,

They share many features

That describe my life to a T.

Furry and cuddly,

Draped in something ugly,

Yes, that is what best describes me.