Our Bat
Our neighborhood's answer to your Halloween yard decor
we were never that bridge in Austin or anything but
in 1990 all you had to do to see a few bats was
wait until dark kicking through lawns waiting
.
for the orange-pink skies to fade to black
.
and while you were waiting for our bats
the children kicked up
dozens and dozens
of toads
how were there ever so many toads?
.
well
the toads have gone wherever all the toads are going
and anyway
this is about our bat
.
what kind of bat is our bat?
i do not know but not the vampire kind
our bat comes out at twilight, chases mosquitoes, and then
disappears into its tree
which could, i suppose, be almost
any kind of bat
that flies rickety and unsure and keeps changing the mind
about whatever direction
it wants to go
.
one year the bats went into hibernation
and never came back
and then another year
and another
.
what happened to our bats?
can't remember the last time i saw a bat
And so the years go by
.
fifth of July, 2010
our bat flew nervous and unsure over the house
rare enough for me to make a note of it
the last bat, says the note, i'd given up on bats
the neighborhood children no longer look up in search of bats
they haven't looked up at anything in years
perhaps they think bats are mythical creatures
henchmen of the vampires and zombies
we see all around us
more and more these days
.
the fifth is the day after the fourth
illegal leftover fireworks going off on all sides
but not here
so
maybe that's why our bat picked our house to fly over
o ur bat seemed to like what it saw
we began to spot them at twilight again
.
never more than three
are these territorial bats?
does such a thing exist?
we have no caves
never seen them sleeping under bridges
tho i'm told they do
probably they get chased out from under bridges
when the pigeons get chased
some of the bats in our town sleep in people's attics
they get rousted there too
there's a guy you pay to do it
.
our bats used to sleep in the neighbor's tree
three two one
yes we're down to one bat again
each night we watch the sunset
watch our bat fly out, circle circle,
then fly back in for the night
into its tree to fold itself
until our bat is just another leaf in shadow
.
no one talks anymore about our bat
no one else seems to see
except one day the neighbor
followed the track of my eyes
and i wonder
because they chopped down the tree
or maybe they chopped it down for another reason
unrelated to o ur bat
.
nonetheless,
our bat takes it personally
each twilight i watch our bat, the last bat,
make its fluttering way to
where the tree used to be
and then around again
and finally
it flits away to disappear
into the branches of the tree
three houses down
.
Photo Credit
Photo of a presumed Little Brown Bat. Carondelet Park May 2017 by Andy Reago & Chrissy McClarren under CC by 2.0 license.
Author's Note
If you enjoy nature poems inspired by yard critters, here's another one. A true story, though I don't expect anyone to believe it.
About the Creator
Amethyst Qu
Seeker, traveler, birder, crystal collector, photographer. I sometimes visit the mysterious side of life. Author of "The Moldavite Message" and "Crystal Magick, Meditation, and Manifestation."
https://linktr.ee/amethystqu
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