Image by Frauke Riether from Pixabay
After the crescent moon sets
When the night is at it’s darkest
As the birds are settled for the night
Out come the bats, feasting on insects
Swooping and swirling
Loop de loops
Kamikaze air dive
In a beatific aerial ballet, they fly
And in the midst, you may be surprised
Is Old Mother Combs joining in the dance
On this unluckiest of nights
She’ll be warding against evil
And sprinkling all with good luck
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