spent hours
watching
fruit bats
coming
going
from
a tree
in fruit
in tropics
glorious red fruit
burst into season
laden bats attracting
cyclic feast fruit harvest
yearly from cooler balcony
nightly watched bat ballet
seamy troptical nights
in restless nights foreboding
poet stayed up all night writing
satin dark silk night
mind inked in seams
hunger verse claiming
poetic mistress muse
claiming claiming claiming
poet restless soul hunger writing
when exhausted to balcony returning
write exhastion dry bat ritual returning
to watch bat flight flutter in shutter lens flying
used to dark night
whistle a few feeding
bats into my balcony watching
some always
flew within inches
of my face at night in greeting
wonderful mystic night
bat flight friends enriching
poetic flight flutter ritual writing
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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