Halloween Series: The Bat- A Poem

By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.

He likes the attic of an aging house.

His fingers make a hat about his head.

His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.

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He loops in crazy figures half the night

Among the trees that face the corner light.

But when he brushes up against a screen,

We are afraid of what what our eyes have seen:

For something is amiss or out of place

When mice with wings can wear a human face.

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-by Theodore Roethke, from the book The Haunted House and Other Spooky Poems and Tales by Gladys Schwarcz and Vic Cume

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