The fog-lit Bat Eaves see so many
whispering bats
bats whispering:
the night and shadows
take us one by one
from the familiar eaves.
Groan in our absence the eaves
From afar we bats hear them
Groan and our hearts press
To return to their waiting arms
When our work's done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem