Surveying the Grapes
The bat is never satisfied, his eyes
do pierce the longest gloom of Winter’s white.
His dark decrepit cape— a purple vine.
The brood of brows and lids release no light.
9/27/2020
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 7
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Original Name: THE BAT IS NEVER SATISFIED
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