Traveling under the cover of night
Sometimes using wings for flight
Swooping to the lake to drink
Then flying back up again
To catch some flies
Not only for themselves
But for the babies
Up above the ground so high
Like a nightmare in the sky
Flying with wings so silent
Always waiting
Always watching
Flies the bat!
Yash menon 
..like a nightmare in the sky…
Very interestingly put, Yash!!
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Thank you for the nice comment. From Yash
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Dude he enjoyed reading your comments a lot. So had to tell him how I know you and some college trivia. Appreciate you taking time out to comment on his poems.
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