Cryptics' Fabled Tales

Batty

Crazy ole bat,

leave me be with thee continuing attack,

plenty of neighboring necks to grab,

surely.... they've eaten plenty for thee to have a bit of fairing snack

I am not at fault for palpitating thermostat;

get going or trusty rake shall wave ye a dueling whack,

the weather is changing for fall.... just look at the leaves barricading the doormat,

no time for your hindering ways to put my eyes to nap,

apologies for this inconvenient setback,

mood does not fit well towards dour sap.