Wraiths.
Bats. small and flying as part of a crowd, sigh-forth
at early twilight
out of their hiding place and
quicker than lightning they can all see
minute food to attack
in night\'s nearing blackness.
Streaming past me they take on forms of shadowy
wraiths in the sky
mounting to make papery
flutters with drumming of wings as they
explode from sites of roost,
ghostly white and luminous.
Dispersing with faintest of confident squeaks into
dark\'s vast forest
of insects they swerve to
search for food then not a heartbeat after
they leave, trailing whispers
for those who stay to listen.