The Bat House

High on the post in the whispering trees,

A tiny refuge sways in the breeze.

Not for the songbirds, not for the bees,

But for winged shadows that ride night’s seas.

Silent guardians of dusk’s cool air,

They flit and circle with watchful care.

Feasting on insects without a sound,

Keeping the balance where life is found.

A wooden haven, simple and small,

Yet it welcomes the night with an open call.

For in this box beneath moon’s glow,

The hidden heroes of evening go. #bathouse