Bat in the Afterglow
Last night, we stepped outside
into the gilded light of the sunset’s afterglow.
A bright crescent moon graced the twilight sky.
Beneath it shone the evening star.
Silhoutted against a sky of muted blue,
a bat flew toward the rosy horizon and back again,
looping in circles above the quiet street,
a moment of pure delight right outside our door!
We’ve never seen a bat on our street before.
Maybe, little bat, you live near one of the canals.
I will be watching for you in the evenings.
A hearty welcome to our street!
Where do you sleep all day, little bat?
Hanging upside down under a dried palm frond?
Rocked to sleep in swaying Spanish moss?
Or do you live in a condo under a canal bridge?
Do you dream of flying, as I often do?
Pleasant dreams, little bat, wherever you are.
I hope to see you again on our street,
dining on mosquitos in the afterglow.
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