Bat Attack
Day before Thanksgiving
Working
From the frame of my upstairs window
Trees stripped bare
The sky and grass blue and white as a glacier
A big antlered buck
Chases a doe on the gold cobble of my front yard
The furnace
Vent
Materializes in the morning drapes
A bat billows to my window
Clings to the screen
Clicks and screams from his raisin mouth
To this mosquito net
Its wings spread like a charcoal web
Eyes popping for a sip of coffee
A sizzle of bacon
Please
Could you cover up the sun and bring back summer?
I can see in my mind
Its mind
As I sit here
Clinging to my own screen
Screaming
Twiddling my thumbs
Typing an e mail
To the freezing wind.
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