Just a really lame poem I wrote about bats for my Language Arts class like four years ago.

Lawrence hates bats but he wrote some great poems about them.

Something upbeat for Halloween.

On Halloween, some houses are creepier than others.

There was a tiny fruit bat (size of my palm including wings) that got hit by the fan and could not fly because of the slit in the tail. Had to pick it up and medicate it until it was able to fly confidently.

The tiny animals are bestowed upon with great brains that would make them seek help from anybody, even the most dangerous humans, when required! Once saved the shrew which was stuck in a hole and a couple of bats in different circumstances.

Since flying benefits animals in several ways, they have taken up this adventure very seriously and modified themselves to become airborne!

The darkness can cause fear even in the bravest of people. So, they blame all creatures of night.

Bats are really cute, as they are nothing but beautiful mice with skinny wings; but are mostly misrepresented for cheap and silly reasons.

A haiku about bats.