Illustration Friday "Quiet"

I've enjoyed bats flying all through the summer. I started to imagine what it would be like to fly, quietly about, catching your dinner in the dark. Bats are not blind (I always thought they were) and have excellent hearing. Quiet always seems to come at night on the wings of bats or at least seems to lower the volume to a pianissimo fluttering touch.

Dreams

And dreams like bats
(which with small cries
go chasing gnats
and long-legged flies)

wing through the darkness
of the breast
until with day
they take their rest,

hanging head downwards,
vague, aloof,
like some soft fungus
on a roof.

-Elizabeth Coatsworth