The Little Brown Bat

Little bats, you must bear the weight

of much distrust and misplaced hate,

and be resigned to unearned ties

with such lovelies as newts and flies,

and what’s worse are those witches brews

where you join toads in bubbling stews!

You’re a creature we want to dismiss,

whose demise is not thought remiss,

but still you play your vital part,

for catching insects is your art.

On summer nights, your fluttering flight

is grace-filled beauty and pure delight;

and for those who say you are no treat,

I cite the endless bugs you eat.  

Granted your occasional foray

into our homes may cause dismay,

but all those tales are worthless fare:

you have no interest in our hair!