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