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We had 5 Discovery Channel Ultrasonic Bat Detectors to give away which enable you to hear sounds not possible with your own ears!

 

For your chance to win we asked you to write a poem that was all about bats! And wow! We received over 200 poems telling us lots of fascinating facts about bats. The judges shortlisted the top twenty poems and then picked out the five winners.  It was very hard to choose!  You can read the five winning peoms, and find links to the shortlisted poems below.

 

 

And the five lucky winners are.....

 

Charlotte Rae (Aged 5) from Hounslow

Charlotte's excellent poem and great drawings were very impressive for one of our youngest entries. The poem is also rather different from the other entries too. It is really cool to see how alike we can be to bats! Great job Charlotte!

 

Bats can climb,

Bats can listen,

Bats can be quiet

Me too

Bats eat bananas

Bats eat oranges

Bats eat Kiwi

Me too

Bats have ears

Baths have teeth

Bats have toes

Just like me

 

pdf version of this poem

 

 

Ruth Earl (Aged 9) from Suffolk

Not only is Ruth's poem fantastic it is also completely different to any other poem that we received. Her neat poem was very cleverly presented in a bat cave which was completed with a big bat resting on top. Her poem also shows the great battle between moths and bats. Great work Ruth!

 

Night was falling and a cave was in sight,

Full of dangling bats taking flight,

In a flutter and flurry they all headed off, in the hope of finding a small tasty moth.

Like the wind they blew through the sky,

So fast I could barely see them with my eyes,

They used echolocation to find their prey,

And a fluttering moth was on the menu today.

As they swooped down to eat,

The moths realised they had been beat,

As the sun rose they flew back to their home,

To sleep again and to be left alone.

 

pdf version of this poem

 

 

Freddie Melzer (Aged 6) from Brecon

Freddie's poem is full of interesting bat facts that he has really nicely put together. His poem rhymes exceptionally well and we love that the bat's in his poem help out on his farm! Imagine having bats to help you with your homework!

 

Bats are strange and very hairy, Some people find them rather scary.

Hanging together upside down, Little furry creatures of black and brown.

They live in barns and sleep all day, at night they fly and catch their prey.

Sensitive ears but useless eyes, they seek their diet of moths and flys

by sending sounds out in front

they listen, like a radar, to make their hunt.

We like our bats here on our farm,

They eat the bugs and do no harm,

But if we want a barn conversion,

They will cause a strong aversion

But luckily for bats throughout the nation,

there are rules to help their conservation!

 

pdf version of this poem

 

 

Florence Barker (Aged 12) from West Sussex

We really loved how Florence's poem told a story in the eyes of a bat. With an essence of danger to it, the poem really shows how challenging the life of a bat in the wild can be! Not forgetting what great mum's bat make! The poem rhymed really well too! Fantastic work Florence!

 

I leave my roost to hunt for prey,

Echo location guiding my way.

Warm thick fur ruffled in the breeze, Flying by night with expertise.

All alone, through the leaves I dart,

The only sound is my fluttering heart.

My pup suddenly clings to my back,

I listen out for signs of attack.

Owls cry piercing the gloom,

My pup shudders at the thought of doom.

We're alive thanks to a hole in a tree,

From owl's talons we're glad to be free.

Menacing teeth glint in the night,

Pointy and sharp yet snowdrop white.

Upside down they sleep during the day,

Leathery wings keeping the cold away.

 

pdf version of this poem

 

 

Georgina and Alexander Ward (Aged 12 & 10) from Devon


This poem immediately caught the judge's attention. It is a lovely poem about the story of a family who rescued and looked after a bat they named Batley. Luckily with their help, the bat got better and has now returned to the wild.

 

A very heart-warming and well-written poem. Perhaps the girl's new bat detector can help keep track of Batley?

 

Twas a wet and windy afternoon,

Not what you'd expect for June.

Most of nature inside was sat,

Except for one bedraggled bat.

Lying on the cold grey stone,

Of our garden patio.

 

He looked more like a small brown leaf,

Yet a tiny heart was beating beneath,

His fur plastered to his miniscule frame.

Our tabby cat Figgy got the blame.

We bought him in and warmed him up,

We didn't think it would be enough.

 

We put him in our little porch,

To help him to get dry of course.

But within a couple of days,

He was flapping about on his tiny wings

We opened the door but he didn't leave

"We'll wait for another opportunity"

 

We asked ourselves: "will he ever go?"

Would he leave? We didn't know.

As we weren't feeling that inventive,

We called him Batley, a name he suited

We had to keep our cats at bay

Or they might injure him again

 

One day, when the sun was out

Lots of flies were flapping about

Mum got some tweezers, caught some flies

And them in front of his two eyes

At first Batley was very still

And then his jaws went SNAP then chew...

 

He was a cute and lively thing

Especially when he used his wings

We let him out when twilight came

In the end he left in the middle of the day.

It was sad to say goodbye

But sometimes at night we see him fly...

 

pdf version of this poem

 

 

Shortlisted poems.....

(pdf files)

 

Abigail Burgess (Age 10)

Beth Cann (Age 11)

Cara Hall (Age 7)

Ella Cole (Age 10)

Faron Geear (Age 12)

Grace Williamson (Age 7)

Hattie Green (Age 10)

Isabel Mary Hallet (Age 10)

Jacob Williams (Age 10)

Jordane Nethercot (Age 10)

Libby Evans (Age 8)

Maddie Girvan (Age 11)

Micky Porter (Age 7)

Ollie Satchwell (Age 7)

Richard Liszka (Age 8)

Rosie Barrett (Age 12)