The Brick Bat by Carolyn Wells

Oft through the stillness of the summer night
We see the Brick Bat take his rapid flight.
And, with unerring aim, descending straight,
He meets a cat on the back garden gate.
The little Brick Bat could not fly alone,–
Oh, no; there is a power behind the thrown.

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