pipestrelles

shadowsin                  flight         through

                                               the

                                                         breaths

                                                                                          of

eve-

       ning, care-

                              less, free

ly,

              dancing with their pointy little capes,

pirouetting

through swarms of dinner and careening, zooming, just above our heads!

 

chittering 

           tiny bodies

                   plunge past  

                   deliberations

           of a perigee

    moon. 

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