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Like Sharks of the Ocean - Sept. 1, 2023

bats don’t see the schools of

rising insects but hear

the dinner bell of dusk

then a feeding frenzy in

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 silhouette

of a trailing bat

picks off one more

then like a wayward caboose

of a corkscrew train

it catches up to them

straight lining

to the depths

of darkness


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