‘By night we linger’d on the lawn’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
By night we linger’d on the lawn,
For underfoot the herb was dry;
And genial warmth; and o’er the sky
The silvery haze of summer drawn;
And bats went round in fragrant skies,
And wheel’d or lit the filmy shapes
That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes
And woolly breasts and beaded eyes;
Evocative words. Beautiful! Our little furry flying friends are still in need of help: the weather is not helping them prepare for the winter months ahead.