Those Halloween Bats

Those ghastly bats, those Halloween wingers fly. Those squeaky, sneaky, flying rats, those Halloween singers cry. Those ghastly bats, those blind, furry vermin flurrying, hurrying, swarming and scurrying, furtively take to the sky. Where the dusk of the evening, out here by the barn, find those chit-chattering, bats and I on the yard. And, those tittery, chittery, jittery, twittery, leathery, and non-feathery Halloweeny bats, most definitely don't like cats! Oh, but where are the cats? Those so sensual, graceful, inscrutable, cunning and sleek cats! Why so meek? Of course, they hide! Too many of them have fought these beady-eyed bats on the side. There are too many bats for them to abide. Surely, these felicitous furry fearless felines have no pride.🙂