Where are they now, our little friends of twilight?
Where are the unsung heroes which once, in cloudy swarms,
So silently did so much for all mankind?
Adept where man can barely cope, where darkness reigns
Midst near-silent chambers, they sensed somehow the time.
Few of us would ever guess that one so small could do so much
To rid us of so many pests, agents of disease and pain.
Little wing'ed mammals all, with special talents unmatched by men,
Our friends, yet feared and hated and seen with disdain.
Misunderstood, things to avoid, yet unsung heroes all,
Feared by so many, unjustly so, victims of myth and lore.
Now their existence weighs in the balance,
They are victims of even more.
A threat even greater than the hatred of men,
Death now threatens our wing'ed friends.
Thousands are dead, millions at risk,
'Til the threat of white-nose ends.
Our wing'ed friends that serve us well, yet never a favor ask,
Now need help from me and you.
If our friends cannot be saved from death,
It is mankind that shall suffer too.
Where are they going, our little friends of twilight?
2013