She took snapshots
of the little brown bats
— the baby pups fallen
from the porch eaves.
Their skin was hairless, paper thin,
stretched over folded wings.
Two were shriveled and dead;
–flat like a dried summer flower–
lying on the bricked entry.

This one is still alive, she said.
She had watched it crawl
from where it fell,
across the cracks
of the rough red bricks;
thin, parched and panting
— until it reached the lip
of the front door entry.

He (such a strong pup
must be a he)
pulled himself into the corner
and stayed,
hanging upside down,
resting his head on the ground.
She heard him utter a small squeak,
and then he was still.

Hours later, we stand
and peer up into the eaves.
Is the pup’s mother there
amongst the many brown
balls of fur,
wedged in tight,
waiting for dark?
We wonder if he would drink
and what —
water? nectar?
We long to make a gesture of compassion
an act of kindness.
We keep watch.

Shadows are getting long
in the orchard
when I venture out again.
Gently I brush his quiet body
with the seed head
on a stalk of wild oats.
He shifts his wings and settles.

The next morning
his corner is empty.
Was a message sent to his people?
Did they carry him home?
Is he resting safe and secure?
My heart lifts in hope.

Written for the Sunday Wordle.


29 thoughts on “Bats

  1. What a tender poem about a bat! I do hope this little guy was rescued by ‘his people’ and not eaten by another creature in the night. Loved this poem.

  2. Thank you for sharing this story. It takes something frightening like bats, and makes me feel hope for their life. Not an easy task, I assure you. Brava!

  3. I was tense waiting to learn the lone survivor’s fate….My eyes fill with tears when nature does her oh-so-cruel thing….I loved this poem….

  4. Hi, I am here again… I hope you will change where a person goes when they click on your link in their blog. I am taken to your OLD blog and from there had to direct myself here. Often I don’t go BACK to a site to find a link, but go directly from a post in my blog. If it is fixed, it would make it easier.

    • Hmmm, I don’t think I can change the link on blogger without messing up my journal blog there (News from Aspen Meadows). I’ll see if I can de-activate the old poetry blog, though. In the meantime, I’ll be sure to identify myself with the wordpress link when I comment on blogger blogs. Thanks again for letting me know.

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