Latibule
The place that you
Once called a paradise,
Is my latibule now.
If daylight makes me
Meet people like you,
Then I would rather be
Making friends with the
Owls and bats.
Saturday 7th January 2023 3:45 pm
Sky
5th September 2018
Today
on the drive home
the transcendent wonder
of the clear ice blue rimmed with golden pink
and the blackness of trees
horizon silhouettes
and bats
Thursday 6th September 2018 9:28 am
Five Bats
At dusk,
Screaming louder
than you can hear; dancers,
Jauntily in the air, catching
insects.
You will
see-not-see us
flying, sounding out our prey.
Food for furry tummy eats, treats.
Tasty.
Back at
our habitats,
We hang out together,
Chatting though tired; upside down
sleeping.
Look out
for us with care,
We will be there flying.
...
Saturday 7th October 2017 3:33 pm
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