A banquet spread out in the night sky
Now the day has ended.
Darkness triumphs over light.
Deep inside the womb of a cave,
bats with paper thin wings,
hinged with claws
and hanging upside down,
begin to stir from their sleep.
Suddenly the flying animals,
half the size of a five pound note,
let out a hunting cry.
Then they flutter out of the cave,
in an up draft,
that flows like the gulf stream
and into the blackness rise.
They enjoy a banquet of choice insects spread out in the night sky.
Satiated, they fly back,
to the safety of the cave,
long before the sun wakens again.