Narcissistic bat
of synthetic black
rubbery wings
flying high over a pond -
drinking the scent
of contented ducks below -
such misery of blind bats
enjoys not the simple
happiness of ducks.
On the ground,
a group of sparrows
chattering
in a small pond
made by rain in a hole
in the dirt -
bat listens and waits for death -
the Earth will not comply.
1/11/17
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