Flight FF-5000
As the sun starts to set on the tops of the trees
on the Philippines, everything’s still.
All you hear is the quietest whistle of breeze
through the leaves in the forest, until…
Flying foxes! Five thousand-fold, flitting this way
from their feeding grounds, bound for their beds.
They are giants! They’re mega-bats! Royal, some say,
and named ‘crowned’ for the gold on their heads.
They have feasted on figs on the Biliran isle,
with their neighbours, a type of fruit bat.
Watch them soar overhead, as they shriek, then they smile
as they pelt you with figgy poo. Splat!
on the Philippines, everything’s still.
All you hear is the quietest whistle of breeze
through the leaves in the forest, until…
Flying foxes! Five thousand-fold, flitting this way
from their feeding grounds, bound for their beds.
They are giants! They’re mega-bats! Royal, some say,
and named ‘crowned’ for the gold on their heads.
They have feasted on figs on the Biliran isle,
with their neighbours, a type of fruit bat.
Watch them soar overhead, as they shriek, then they smile
as they pelt you with figgy poo. Splat!
This poem is copyright (©) Felicity Teague 2025
About the Writer
Felicity Teague
Felicity Teague (Fliss for short) lives in Cheltenham, not far from Pittville Park and its wonderful wildlife. She has a very serious job in publishing and enjoys writing poems during her playtime. Her poetry has appeared in a number of journals and two years ago she published a first collection, From Pittville to Paradise. Her second collection is due out next year. She also enjoys art, birdwatching, films, music, and photography.
