A cauldron of bats swirls above my house.
Entranced, I watch them circle and spin,
one dives so close, my hair quivers
as the air erupts from its thin wings.
The swarm mistakes me for a juicy mosquito
and I feel warm fur brush my scalp and a pinch
on the neck followed by flush. I close my eyes
to savor the rising like a harvest moon.
Echoes of chirps and clicks fill my ears
with a map and the wind lifts me higher
as I trace epicycles over the unforgiving
land and sharp geometries of man.
Here’s a chimney, still warm from the day.
My new muscles tire. Think I’ll hang here.
(Happy Halloween!)

That’s something to watch and experience. The sound and how on time they are everyday to travel the journey.
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Yeah, it’s a wondrous sight. (Though after writing this, I’ve come to believe that I’m watching chimney swifts instead of bats but I’m not going to let facts like that stand in the way of a good poem.)
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My Dad was a tale-teller – had many pints bought for him on the strength of it – and his approach was why spoil a good story with facts.
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Thanks, Bernie! Thus my motto, “Poets lie all the time but there are some truths only poetry can tell.”
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We love poetic license. 💚
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Happy Halloween! 🦇 🌑 👻 🎃
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Happy Halloween to you too! I’m wondering if any trick-or-treats dare approach my lair.
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Haha!! 🤣 nice!! We shall see, huh?
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No one knocked on my door. What am I to do with all this candy?
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Hmmm!!! 🤔 😆
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THIS IS MOST EXCELLENT! Going in m’blog.
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Gorgeous!!!
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Grazie, Luisa!
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⠀⠀:¨ ·.· ¨:
⠀⠀`· . ꔫ
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terrific poem !
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Many thanks, John!
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good poem. and educational.
chiropteran : Greek “hand wing” (“chiro” + “ptera”)
cool
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Thanks! I like to try to both inform and amuse.
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