The bats in the sky and I
silent observation in the night
A dusted blue indigo sunset
A bat in the sky and I.
First hefty spring bug
Rises from the grass-
Slowly, drowsily.
Bouncing in the balmy air.
The wind-combed winter grass
Became the blonde straw.
Two bats in the sky and I.
The sinking Sun paints "Goodbye"
With a scattered stroke of a cloud.
Three bats in the sky and I.
Two circling each other.
A dragonfly, so close to my face-
Will the bats see it?
Four ducks carry their song South.
A paintbrush,
Dipped into the velvety darkness
Of the forthcoming night,
Spilled four inky drops
Onto the young canvass of the spring sky.
Four bats in the sky and I.
About the Creator
Salomé Saffiri
Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.
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