Meanwhile, in my belfry…

The bats are in my belfry

and behaving themselves for a change;

but, soon they will be flying out

and circling the grange

their sleek black bodies, seeking food;

shadowed against the night sky, they catch the sense of blood

as they questively fly by

and become the vampire warriors

of fiction horror fame;

calling out in a high-pitch voice

a sighing of my name.

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