Bat Eaves Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Bat Eaves



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.

Thursday, October 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: shadows
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