Bats In the Belfry
Like the hordes of bats which surround
the belfry of our old clock tower
wild images scurry around
pressing my mind without referee.
When the moon and stars appear,
illuminating sea and sand,
sights unseen which ears can hear -
my incessant tongue may set free.
written July 2016
I promised myself - no quatrains this year
so I broke the rules.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2016
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