Bats are so interesting! In this photo, you see some fruit bats hanging upside down for a nap, with their wings wrapped around themselves like a cozy blanket. Their furry heads are sticking out the bottom with those signature pointed ears!
What is also very interesting is Sara’s poem about a bat, who not only likes to hang upside down but spend his night hours flying a kite! Take a read!
Ricky the Bat Flies a Kite
By Sara, Age 12
One cold winter in the middle of the night, Ricky, the Bat, was flying his kite.
It flew higher and higher in the frozen winter air, it pretended to be flying at a nighttime country fair.
In BAZOOF! Issue #72, Silas (Age 12) had his poem Tree published. Here are a few of his other poems to enjoy!
Your golden hills roll under the sky And the sand glitters in the glowing light Clouds pass and wave goodbye The ground shining, nearly white Then I leave, forgotten footsteps And wander through the night
“I created this poem because at school we were told to write a poem of a childhood memory, and this is a time that I went to a water park as a kid.”
The sun is beating down My skin feels hot I want to get in the water right away The slide in front of me looks like a skyscraper It is so tempting But so scary As I walk up the stairs Butterflies in my stomach I am holding the tube Shaking my hands off
I look over to the clock, it reads 5:06 I stuff my head into the pillow thinking about what the day may bring I turn over, 5:10 All I hear tic toc tic toc tic toc Every moment burns as the star rises The day is near Ring! Ring! Ugh… I just want to stay in bed I have an urge, something big, huge I can’t figure out what I’m thinking of… I zoom through all the things that get me ready Brush my hair and teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast Today is the… first day of school!
When I got Ozzy I could see the inside of him Afraid no longer with his family Fear about going with us Hiding under the car Scared to death When he left with me My family And I I could feel him Inside of me His feelings Thoughts ran through my head Even more his He made it back with us Back to my grandmother’s house When at Michigan About an hour and a half Away from his family Going to another new place In a few days And once we made it there He didn’t look like a puppy Anymore About as big as Jasper at that time And still growing Trying to adapt After already adapting
“I choose to write “Love is a Wall and a Bridge” because I believe that love is lots of things. Some good and some not so good, and I just wanted to portray that in a poem.” by Peyton, Age 11Continue reading →
Mr Big Bear was a clumsy old fellow
Everything slipped out of his hands like jello
Plates, Bowls, Silverware too
All slip out, and everyone knew
Because with a crash and a bash and a smash Continue reading →
A mote of golden pollen tickles my nose
like a firefly through cherry blossoms,
still, as if stuck in honey,
swishing left and right, like feathers,
silvered and transformed by the moon,
which hangs like a great luminous pearl
in the centre of a sky dazzled by
birthstone-blue stars, Continue reading →