Dreamily gazing towards the west I sit,
Watching the last remnants of defused light,
Slowly dematerialize, far off on the horizon.
Slowly twilight is turning into night,
The breeze is nil, darkness descends.
No moon tonight, only the stars shine in heaven.
Flapping haphazardly in crazy twists and turns,
The nightwings appear, searching for their evening meals.
Leathery wings jerking to and fro.
Diving and halting in mid air, aerial daredevils,
On the breeze, ridding the Earth of six legged creatures,
Unlucky enough to get in their way.
Radar, or is it sonar equipped, they unconventionally,
Fly here and there, wherever their ping, pings lead them.
They put birds to shame.
Beautiful flight, soundless, avenging angels,
Or is it fallen angels in the shape of miniature gargoyles,
Whatever they are, they rule the night, the bats.
Very descriptive and engaging, the words vividly present the view and sounds of the scene. We have bats too that come out after 6 pm but they eat mostly the fruits near our house.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I must agree with Eric, below; You, being the visionary you are, have taken a seemingly routine night scene and given us a superb picture of one of natures most amazing beings. Well done Juan.