Out from under the bridge like a silhouette in the distance,
Bats fly from under, they go to feed.
Darkness creeps with the moonlight.
Up at dusk, the moon won.
Out from the secret places they call home come,
Predators begin to hunt for prey.
Like a giant flashlight with its long white fingers claiming the night for day,
The big ball of gas rises to fight the moon with all its might.
Into the day and back,
The prey of the day slips from the predator of the night.
Each outshining the other in their battle
Into the night and back.
Up at dawn the sun won.