By Sophia Summa
Black cat, as sly as the moonlight
Wondering where, oh where, shall I go tonight
A dark spooky cave is where I will stay
Above me are lights, staring down at the underway
or are they eyes, well I guess we’ll be in dismay
For a wave of bats swoop down, squeak, squeak, squeak
And as they fly out of the cave, for it is time to seek,
At the end of the pack lies the smallest bat
Now searching for food, there’s a small sound in the brood
Here is an owl, with a face in a scowl
As it rotates its head 360 degrees
I think it’s chilly, wow look at the breeze
As we follow the wind we are right back where we started