Bat under the moon

The dim moonlight slips quietly through my window as if a candle was lit. Slowly I change into a black bat. I flap my wings until I slowly rise off the ground. Swooping through the shadows of the trees, I hide from the predators that lurk in the deep black night. I hang from a branch waiting for a fly to come buzzing toward me. I glance at a pond full of nice cold water. Thirst overcomes me. I swoop toward the pond, lighting on a slick rotting log. I drink. I sip the ice cold water that is changing me until I am a person, under the moon.

Graham is a third grade student in Matthew Farina’s class.

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