twas the night before my baptism

Twas the night before my baptism and all was calm in the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse

A change of clothes were folded neatly with care
Placed in my bag knowing the baptism would soon be there

What is it that I see from the corner of my eye?

Something with wings darting through the evening sky  

It burst on the scene with no noise and no clatter

And I rose from my seat to see what was the matter

Too big for a butterfly, too small for a bird

What was this thing flying through my home unheard?

Could it really be?
A bat that I see?

It rose from my belly, an earth shattering scream

As I fled from the scene no shoes on my feet

I drove down the street in search of new digs for the night

While I reflected on my evening’s plight

Eventually darkness giving way to the morning light
 

The noise clapped through the sky in the new morning’s dew

Is that a thunderstorm I hear?
While a basset hound snored in my ear

Removing a paw from my face

I watched from the window as the raindrops picked up their pace

I peered at the wet ground soaked from the mornings wake

Wondering if I was going be dunked in the lake

I unlocked the front door and tiptoed inside

When suddenly sunlight ripped through the clouds like a tide

Stillness awaited me while my winged intruder settled in for its daytime nap

And I managed to capture it in a butterfly net.

I got myself good and prayed up before I went home Sunday morning, and unfortunately I had to miss church because I was a little busy bat hunting, but it turned out to be a beautiful day and about 60 of us were baptized yesterday.