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Ode To A Bat

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The bat's is not a public face,
   Its beauty's in the dark,
Yet if I versify its grace
   And catch its vital spark
May it not win as high a place
   As any literary lark?

O bat! O bat! O flying shrew! . . .'
    But no, the Muse played flirt.
 My inspiration stuck like glue,
     The piece proved quite inert,
 Despite a theft from you-know-who.
     Yes: Bird thou never wert.

Jerome Betts


If you have any comments on this poem,  Jerome Betts would be pleased to hear from you.

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