Our faces were gobs of sweat
as we flung the windows open.
A small bat
took it as an invitation
and flew in.
The girls screamed.
The teacher tried to poke
the filthy bugger
with a broom
but it was too high
on the ceiling.
What if the bat got tangled
in our hair?
We shot rubber bands
and launched pencils
like missiles
and still that bat
clung to its plans
of invasion.
Suddenly it flew out.
Girls emerged from under desks.
Boys shrugged and tried
to look smug
as they closed the windows,
sealing us in a stifling heat.
But we were protected
from strangers. We were safe
again.
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