Monday, May 05, 2008

The Bat Poet

A bat is born
Naked and blind and pale.

His mother makes a pocket of her tail

And catches him.
He clings to her long fur

By his thumbs and toes and teeth.

And then the mother dances through the night

Doubling and looping, soaring, somersaulting --
Her baby hangs on underneath.

... The mother eats the moths and gnats she catches
In full flight; in full flight

The mother drinks the water of the pond

She skims across.

~Randall Jerrell

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