What's That
What’s That
I swoop, I dive, I flutter in the rafters.
My eyes can’t see, I grace the night sky, I am wise.
Wild, willing, wings, dark as black coal.
To look at me with wings unfolded, an awful sight.
But at night I soar with gods and angels and things.
In life game I am at bat, I am a Bat.
John H. Hardison..
Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2015
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