Flying Foxes

With rhyme, but without reason, poetry ambles along its way:

Flying Foxes, Flying Foxes

Flying Foxes are frightening creatures

when they unwrap themselves from flayed skin,

and circumambulate those features

that led them toward mortal sin.

But what sin, for real, isn't mortal?

The Lord is quite tetchy on that.

At the unreasoned law, they did chortle,

the sinless, now skin-less, fruit bat.

These animal rhymes are getting a bit silly. More realism coming . . .