At midnight (drabble)

At midnight in a tower sat
a little animal, a bat.
And also 'neath the tower’s top
there was some huge thing - like a drop.

The animal, it jumped the thing
which seemed to be a funny swing.
But as the creature sat and swung,
it just ignored the shell that hung
embracing like a hull the seat
wherein it sat so snuggly, neat.

Higher, higher swung the bat,
screeched "Heyahooo" and just went mad.
Until with last a “Heyahooo"
the animal was gone
(or so)

The watchman scratched his balding skull.
The bell's first stroke had sounded
dull.

But it still sounds dull. Hat dir schon einmal jemand gesagt, dass du wie Roger Whittaker aussiehst?