Dusk, Shadowy light engulfed the sky

They came scooping from north

a ragged , imprecise formation

in fives and tens and fifties,

a swarm of mammals

Piercing the grey sky,  a flurry of arrows.

 

Tracing a dotted trajectory

air show of the bats

Took me by rapture,

a sight to behold

Their echolations reverberating

like whispers in chorus

 

Flying down south,

the formation thinning,

just the closer friends,

smaller groups

doting couples and then

A Lonely Bat

 

Tail pin of the last arrow,

straying behind the rest

A careful distance

within sight, within  horizon,

as dusk gave away to

star littered night

 

Wonder why this lonely flight?

Lost in love or a fiery war?

Musing a grudge or carrying a pain?

Laden with guilt that is slowing the pace?

Or serving a chastisement over

A silly misdemeanour

 

Don’t worry, my friend

On a different dusk

I will see you again, aside your flock

The croon of your ballad

To your new found love,

Resonating the sky

 

As you flew down south

the formation thinning,

just the closer friends,

smaller groups

doting couples and then again

A Lonely Bat…..