The Leaf-Bat Tree

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Just a odd poem about a swamp that might have been.

Submitted: September 23, 2016

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Submitted: September 23, 2016



'twas a star filled night with a slivered moon

When I happened upon the unlikely scene,

A tree, near the water, in the grassy swamp

Was loosing leaves that should have been green.


"What trickery is this?" said the logical me,

"Leaves don't fall in the summer season.

'tis the work of a Witch, or a conjuring Magus;

That has to be it, that must be the reason!"


So I looked to my left and I looked to my right,

Seeking something suspicious or out of place,

But all I saw was the moon and the stars

And the shaded outline of a mysterious face.


"Who are you," I blurted out,

And what have you done to that tree?

That poor thing is losing its leaves

And that's a tragic thing to have to see."


Out of the shadows a woman stepped

And smiled a tender smile toward me,

"That tree died many years ago

And those are Leaf-Bats that you see.


They come, at dusk, to eat mosquitoes

And that tree is the only place to rest.

They'll all be gone by days first light

After scouring the swamp for that nasty pest."


Well I thanked her for the information

And watched as she wandered into the night,

But when I returned to take some pictures

There was nary a tree, or a Leaf-Bat in sight.



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