How dark the air that winter brings to bear
Its dampness crawls into my very soul
A sickly moon attempts some light to share
As through the mist a bell begins to toll
Against all odds, in saturated air
A moth flits round the incandescent glow
Of a candle flickering in despair
From witnessing that masochistic show
A fledermaus is beaten to its prey
By a widow descending on a thread
Vague shadowed forms of hounds are stood at bay
Watched over by an owl that turns her head
Two amber eyes now pierce this witching night
For tricks and treats that dwell beyond our sight ~
Categories:
fledermaus, halloween, holiday,
Form: Sonnet
In the natural world the bat is an anomaly,
For it seems to me that neither bird nor beast is he.
He can fairly fly, but lays no eggs,
Can barely crawl, he has no legs,
And yet this little guy's been able
To inspire an opera*, films**, a fable***.
Though his identity's unstable,
For some he's acquired of Muse the label,
And for that I must admire his versatility.
*"Die Fledermaus"
**Any one of hundreds of vampire movies
***One of Aesop's
Author's Note: This is a little early, but Happy Halloween, PS.
Categories:
fledermaus, humor,
Form: Light Verse
An uncertain time,
light switch in the dark
whirr of wings,
unlocated -
swift hither, swifter thither
soft mousy leather.
Fledermaus,
Bat!
On the ceiling,
fridge top,
skitter of featherless wings
in the air a timid fear,
clinging now to a hook.
Throw open the screen door,
Circle back, head ducked,
flap towel
shout something, anything but yes.
Blurred flight zooms past left ear.
Put heartbeats
back into their drum,
make coffee.
Categories:
fledermaus, poetry,
Form: Free verse