When dead dusk comes and all’s asleep
And the lamp lights have been taken off
The bats comes out from their hiding place
And tear around the sky in groups
They move in through the weakened eaves
With their blind but sharp eagle’s eye
After settling on the leaking thatches
But falling in contact with blinding starry lights
The bats people say are witches tool
And it’s a devil’s advocate for all to fear
And those that intend going for vengeance
Sort for the blind night bat for help
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