One early morning
Just a few moments
Before retiring
A poor little bat came
He got trapped
Inside a waste bin
Maybe he didn't
See this coming
Or could be that
He is sleepy
And forgot about
The right directions
Claws clenching
Wings flapping
But nothing happened
He is still trapped
The inside of the bin
Is quite easy
Poor bat
Couldn't climb up
To get out
And fly
I guess he's staying
For the night
Poetry and illustration are mine