Bat

At day I hide from din When silence prevails at night I venture out to feed my soul And perch on the boughs of words Up side down And covertly wait for a prey An idea comes And I, with my pen, pounce upon him It is a feast And I quickly finish a quatrain The joy I get More than the company of a woman Or a pack of wine. Before I cool down Before I put down a period At the end of the poem I elevated myself And become the king of the nocturnal kingdom None is here to unsettle me I am absolutely alone In the jocund company of my pleasure moment But I hurriedly come back to hide in a cave Before uncle sun rises with a red face To be a normal human being again.