Bats Poem by Smoky Hoss
Bats
Slow and quiet a tempest builds
like wind sneaking upon waves,
at the edge of darkness
shadows break from hidden caves -
Rising into the glow
of a full moon night,
the flying numbers so many
they swallow every drop of light -
With the tormented twist
of a black cyclone,
in one breath
they turn airborne -
Ascending and spreading
hurried they go,
racing upon the night
in a feeding frenzied flow -
Driven by the unrelenting power of instinct
only one thing can cause this deed of the dark to be done:
the returning light
of the newborn rising sun -
As a long go veteran in west Texas, I also saw this phenonom. A Truly remarable event. Thanks for refreshing this nearly lost memory. I like your naturewrites
I went to Carlsbad Caverns a few years ago and agree that seeing a million bats swirl out their underground cave was quite a sight to behold. It's something one never forgets, and I think you've done an excellent job of capturing the image here Smoky. It was indeed like watching a tormented twist of black cyclone. Perfect choice of words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Sounds like a wonderful sight to behold - very descriptive Smoky, can just picture the scene.