Beneath the Moon

Beneath the summer moon,hidden bats fill empty street.Flap their leathery wings, meetthe darken shadows in twilight. Silent flight, soar without tuneas inky blackness settles land.Silhouette of massive trees standcrowded limbs gather in my sight; Swooping in circles tightly hewnby brazen bat’s erratic moves;their signature etched groovesin hushed moonlit summer night. Hope is not a messageContinue reading “Beneath the Moon”