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Like Sharks of the Ocean - July 29, 2023

bats don’t see the schools of

rising insects but do hear

the dinner bell of dusk

then a feeding frenzy of

sharp banks and deadly turns

silent screams of the dying

till twilight and the prey

dive for the cover of earth

and the air settles moonrise

I see the silhouette

of a trailing bat

pick off one more

like a wayward caboose

of a corkscrew train

slicing through the dim light

back to their home

in the depths

of darkness


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