A fun poem about walking in the night with a flashlight. One of my chores when I was a kid was to take out the trash after supper, and it was dark, walking to the dumpster in the dark I often came across a few wild domestic cats, bats, and owls. I would run as fast as I could to toss the trash and then run back to the house. One time I will never forget a bat had wings like an eagles length I screamed and ran.
Walking in the night
with my flashlight.
Walking in the night
is outta sight!!
Eyes peaking out of the shrubs
Look out!! Bub!!
Walking in the night
with my flashlight.
“Look!”
“Where?”
“Up there?”
Eyes peaking out of a tree!
Oh, what a scare
“No, up there see!
in the tree!”
Cat eyes? Owl eyes?
Walking in the night
with a flashlight
Out, swoops down a bat
I gasp!!
We start running in the night
with my flashlight.
copyright 2007-2011
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