Bats On the Barrow

Bats on the Barrow When gravel grows quiet on the tow path the light intrudes on the town Horse Chestnut's grow so dark as the old stone bridges great span Crows hold conference in tall trees children abandon town parks Then swallows take one last look before the bats appear in the dark Swooping monkeys on string roller coasters suspended in air little teeth with leather like wings you'll definitely see one down there And under the echoing span moths like fools joyfully spin Yet they are only killing time Their game over before it begins