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Little Brown Bat

Little Brown Bat

By Jacob Kramer

A little brown bat flaps out at night

In search of bugs to eat

She does not use her nose or sight

To locate insect meat.

Instead she screams and screams and screams

Her little brown bat head off

Her screams turn into sonar beams

Caroming off a moth

When bat screams off a moth rebound

Their notes shift up in key

And by that sharper, doppler'd sound

The bat pinpoints her prey.


Though you can't hear her high-pitched yells

Her volume's something fierce:

One hundred thirty decibels

Would surely hurt your ears.


Swooping, screaming, all night long

Her hypersonic feeding song

That little brown bat devours her weight

In bugs until she can't hear straight!



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