Bats Shadow Fly Feed

treetop height
in dark of night
fruit ripe to bite

bats shadow fly by annual feed
balcony two stories up my whistle lead
back night souls flit spirit mead

in these ink hours soul breathe
in these night whispers soul seethe
in these fruit feasts bats weave

poem by Terence George CraddockReport problemRelated quotes
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