You hear a flutter in the fading light,
A leathery shadow in the coming night.
Your mind might leap to spooky, scary things,
Of tangled hair and creepy, flapping wings.
But push those dusty, gothic thoughts aside,
And open up your heart and eyes real wide.
That's not a monster swooping from above,
That's a Velvet-Winged Sky-Puppy, made of love!
His wings aren't leather, they're a silken shawl,
The softest, smoothest blanket of them all.
They're clever hands that cup and catch the breeze,
And let him dance and tumble through the trees.
He's not a bird, he's not a flying mouse,
He's a tiny, fuzzy, airborne fun-house!
A topsy-turvy, upside-down delight,
Who wraps himself into a burrito for the night.
His face is not a gargoyle's, grim and old,
But a tiny fox's, brave and bold!
With radar ears that twitch and turn and hear
The silent secrets of the atmosphere.
His nose, a button, wrinkled, soft, and small,
Is busy catching scents beyond the wall.
He chirps and clicks, a song you've never heard,
A secret, supersonic, happy word!
He doesn't want your blood, so don't you fear,
He wants a juicy mosquito right near his ear!
He is the guardian of the summer night,
Who gobbles pests with pure and playful might.
A single Sky-Puppy, on his nightly quest,
Puts thousands of those buzzing bugs to rest.
He's not a menace, he's your bestest friend,
Who makes the summer parties never end!
And when he sleeps? The cuteness is too much!
He finds a rafter, with a gentle touch,
He hangs a perfect, upside-down "Hello,"
And tucks his wings in, ready for the show.
He snuggles with his friends in one big heap,
A fuzzy, warm, and cuddly pile of sleep.
They look like little, ripe, and furry pears,
Just dreaming dreams without a single care!
So when the dusk descends, and stars ignite,
Look to the sky and search for his sweet flight.
That's not a specter in the air, you see,
That's a helpful, happy, Sky-Puppy, wild and free!
He's just a fluffy, flying, friendly chap,
Who wants to take a little upside-down nap.
A hero in a fuzzy, winged disguise,
Just waiting for you to finally realize!
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
You hear a flutter in the fading light,
A leathery shadow in the coming night.
Your mind might leap to spooky, scary things,
Of tangled hair and creepy, flapping wings.
But push those dusty, gothic thoughts aside,
And open up your heart and eyes real wide.
That's not a monster swooping from above,
That's a Velvet-Winged Sky-Puppy, made of love!
His wings aren't leather, they're a silken shawl,
The softest, smoothest blanket of them all.
They're clever hands that cup and catch the breeze,
And let him dance and tumble through the trees.
He's not a bird, he's not a flying mouse,
He's a tiny, fuzzy, airborne fun-house!
A topsy-turvy, upside-down delight,
Who wraps himself into a burrito for the night.
His face is not a gargoyle's, grim and old,
But a tiny fox's, brave and bold!
With radar ears that twitch and turn and hear
The silent secrets of the atmosphere.
His nose, a button, wrinkled, soft, and small,
Is busy catching scents beyond the wall.
He chirps and clicks, a song you've never heard,
A secret, supersonic, happy word!
He doesn't want your blood, so don't you fear,
He wants a juicy mosquito right near his ear!
He is the guardian of the summer night,
Who gobbles pests with pure and playful might.
A single Sky-Puppy, on his nightly quest,
Puts thousands of those buzzing bugs to rest.
He's not a menace, he's your bestest friend,
Who makes the summer parties never end!
And when he sleeps? The cuteness is too much!
He finds a rafter, with a gentle touch,
He hangs a perfect, upside-down "Hello,"
And tucks his wings in, ready for the show.
He snuggles with his friends in one big heap,
A fuzzy, warm, and cuddly pile of sleep.
They look like little, ripe, and furry pears,
Just dreaming dreams without a single care!
So when the dusk descends, and stars ignite,
Look to the sky and search for his sweet flight.
That's not a specter in the air, you see,
That's a helpful, happy, Sky-Puppy, wild and free!
He's just a fluffy, flying, friendly chap,
Who wants to take a little upside-down nap.
A hero in a fuzzy, winged disguise,
Just waiting for you to finally realize!
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