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

One comment

  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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