The bats




So close

I can feel

As well as


The fluttering

Of their leathery wings;


Their sharp little teeth,

Open mouths,

Looking for moth

Or midge;

Struggling to interpret

My moving form

At four in the morning


As the sun starts to rise.


I think of throwing them a stone,



Once advised me,

But cannot find any suitable

And so,

Leave them to


In darkened parabolas.

parabola painting by matteo bernasconi

Published by rodkersh1948

Trying to understand the world, one emotion at a time.

One thought on “The bats

  1. Why would anyone advise throwing a stone — to test their echo location perhaps?An endangered species?
    The rationality and beauty of the natural world……………however, versus the lingering, early learnt, deeply ingrained, superstition of the old wives tales ( not actually near my head please).
    The darkened parabolas vivid through the words of the poet.


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