After daytime dreaming the bat awoke to the night.
After dreaming within protective wings of black, within its expansive and flexible shields, the bat launched herself, instantly immersed in the starlit night.
The bat slept within folded wings, her own cocoon of velvety dark. She could sense the night approached and with it came a rising sense of adventure.
The bats of my storybooks were lean, black and leathery. They beat the night air with those wings of tight skin and fled into the night. But the bat in front of me was just cute, cute and furry. It's features reminded me of a cat, but perhaps crossed with a pig. It had two bald ears, a snout-like nose and fangs nestled within its mouth.