Like the bat, our looks or demeanour sometimes leave us feeling misjudged and alone.
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Bat--
Grotesque,
A fleeting form,
Scoffed by the judging eye,
Its firm, dark wings enshroud the night
Ghostly--
The guardian hunts for darkened plague
Watcher of moonlit skies
Unsung, unseen
Itself.
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About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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