Up in the sky, when the moon is high,
Little bats flutter and start to fly.
With tiny wings, they soar and glide,
Dancing in the air, side by side.
They zip and zoom, without a sound,
Twisting and turning all around.
Through the trees, they flap with grace,
Playing in the night’s embrace.
The stars twinkle, the night is calm,
But the bats bring magic like a quiet psalm.
Their shadowy forms fill the sky,
As they whisper secrets, passing by.
So watch the bats, so swift and bright,
Flying through the gentle night.
In the moonlight, they’re a spooky sight,
But with their dance, they bring delight!