Bat by Rebecca Clark--In honor of our first bat returning this spring



I walk towards our house


after dusk has covered the yard


and through the open windows


I hear a sharp yelp from our daughter.


I look up to the stairwell window


where I see the silhouette of a bat


flashing across the walls. Inside the house,


the sound of your laughter echoes


behind the living room door


as you try to lasso its beating wings


with a green and yellow afghan.


Its wild aerobatics finally subdued


and rolled up into an acrylic ball, you rush


out into the now-black night and like magic,


its fluttering wings dissolve


into stars.

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