There’s a flying fox in our
back room
Hanging on a dryer
Got monstered by a powerful
Owl
That was a better flyer
It grabbed it with its talons
And took it from the sky
Ripped holes in its fragile
wings
Then left it there to die
A member of the public
Called the wildlife phone
And a rescuer was dispatched
To bring the bat back home
It a very short few hours
The bat it comes to learn
That the hand it feels is
helping
And it should have no concern
After weeks in rehabilitation
Many are set free
But some they will get euthanised
And freedom never see
But time goes on and injuries
heal
Their health returns to good
And those who live they are
released
To go back where they should
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