the bat and the dove

once there was a bat, he lived high in the trees and never came down. once there was a dove, it was beautiful, mother natures finest work, and flew where ever it wanted to and wasn't afraid of an adventure.

one day the bat saw the dove and was overcome with feelings of passion and desire, but he wouldn't venture down, he was afraid, but one day the dove noticed him and came up to him, this surprised the bat as he wasn't expecting anything of the kind from the dove.

they talked for hours on end about their tales, but eventually the bat ran out of tales to tell(mind you he hardly said anything), and he was left to the wonder of the tales that the dove told. the tales themselves were grand, inspiring all kinds of emotions, fear, suspense and intrigue.

without knowing it, the bat grew to liking the dove and thoroughly enjoyed her company. in fact he enjoyed her company so much that he would make time to go and see her, and hear her, and look at her. but he could never ask anything of her.

that put the bat in a bit of a pickle, because after all the tales, after all the times he seen her, he felt like he could never be with her, and he was under the belief that the dove was with some one else. this put the bat into a conflict of the mind, he wanted to be with her but lacked the courage.

and throughout this, he still visited the dove, and they shared their stories, they laughed together, ate together and generally had fun together, but they would never be together.