Treasure Island

Emer Lyons

(11/05/1988 / Bandon, Co. Cork, Ireland.)

Bats Aren't The Only Ones Who Work At Night


Like bats we flock to
the night; wide-eyed,
alert.
Working overtime.

Seagulls; they fly
at night too. But, unlike
bats; seagulls aren't
dark or treacherous.

Is that why I didn't
start with seagulls?
Is it that nothing is
interesting unless, it
is dark or treacherous?

Or maybe it's because
people don't seem to
usually like seagulls
or associate them with
night.

Next time you're out after
dark, look for seagulls.
Not bats.

Submitted: Monday, December 12, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, December 13, 2011

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