Bat poem, a Nature poem by Richard Macwilliam

Bat

An hour when the daylight drains.

Casting about in shadows, the distant bat
Holds to its One course
Intent in flickering moments across the ebbing sky
On its life's world
Circumnavigated by the certainty of trees
Sky
Air
In a furious fling that dances and captures and tears

But from this distance - bloodless -
Is a scattered sign that even in suburbia
The leading edge of mystery begins with a small thing
Going about its duties in an unthought way

Like my hand could reach out and touch more.

Sept 2001

A poem about a bat chasing moths and how I wish I could sense more.

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