The Bat Want To Speak

Black and flitting Small and swift The bat on its Restless journey Goes Throughout the night The bat Wants to speak Hold meeting To the sparse People hurrying On the streets Home-bound and The doors that lock The lights that go The lights that cease Even we We Humans are on our Journey Everyday: Everyday We retire in the night When the bat wakes We stay face upwards When The bat face downwards likes To hang: In his hiding in the hours of light. The bat no longer screeches It has some respect for The privacy of the houses: But then Whirling over the bastions Out of town Its screams and dances