An apiarist once observed
That it is easy to keep the bats and the bees.
Even though all day they stare
Straight right up at their honey boxes.
Apparently they keep different schedules...
But then I think of a cave I knew about
By way of seeing a city they named after it.
Long ago this cave was filled with bees,
And I wondered whether she had ever secreted bats as well.
Now I'm told, neither of the two flaps nor buzzes
Neither fills the walls with guano nor honey.
It seems there's no money
In the mixing of the two.
So each separately left, which is sad, since one was native.
Topic(s) of this poem: animals
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