"May we give all sentient beings safe passage through our minds." - Scott Adams (redo)
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