Fruit Bat.

By day he hangs amongst the mahogany,

Polished, practiced,

Wrapped safe in his velveteen wings.

He sings just like a bird, 

Fooling them all with his clever disguise,

A veneer that keeps the world convinced

So that they'll never notice that his smile is

Upside down.

But as night falls—

Oh, when night falls—

He flutters freely through groves of walnut

His mask sliding off with the daylight.

Featherless sails cutting through the dark,

Fangs gleaming honest,

His true sound spilling free in the moonlight.