Bats

Flying through the darkness of the night
His wings expanded
As the wind helped him fly
Gently grasping on a tree
Hearing the birds sing their night song
Before they go to sleep
Echolocation is how they hear
Letting go of the tree to collect his food
And tearing it apart piece by piece
Putting pieces into his mouth
The day was coming
Sun was rising
Flying back into where he came from
Before the light touched his skin
Waiting until the night came again
To collect his food again