The storm clouds approached swiftly this evening
deep purple turning to grey and black,
letting loose huge spring raindrops
amidst much posturing
until they all blew back
out of the neighborhood
Two bats returned
for the first evening of thick bitey bugs
one stuck in my throat
as a most inquisitive bat flew
three feet from my head
possibly for a sniff or an
echolocation
to my absolute delight
In the fresh start of dusk
I often catch sight of
the two of them
carousing, fleet, through the
wooded land about my home
and theirs
racing and careening and
clicking and squeaking
such loveliness in
flight
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