ancient temple:
bats strafe ambulators;
wing flaps puff on bare scalp.
Bats [Haiku]
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Bat Hang [Haiku]
black tear drops hang
like bird nests; one opens to
inverted bat signal.
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Bats in the Bamboo [Haiku]
bats hang in bamboo —
blanket-wrapped in wings —
hang like their food, fruit.
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Bat Signal [Haiku]
dusk has come. bats head out to hunt. black against dark sky.
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Flying Fox [Haiku]
a flying fox circles in mid-day light: its prey, diurnal fruits
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Flying Fox [Haiku]
a flying fox hangs from a bare tree branch, in broad daylight
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POEM: The Well
deep down in a step well
where drab green water stands in dry season
where the light is dim and diffuse
except a solitary shaft that dances against stone and murky water
but only when the sun is high
then dust motes swirl in said light
kicked up by nocturnal creatures satisfied by the darkness
because the shadows shun all that isn’t black
I hear the snap of a bat’s wing
but never see the bat that snapped it
nor who made a squeak to go with the snap
it seems like it should feel creepy
to be in a world where bright light fires only a little oval
while all the rest stays sunk in darkness
but how is my terranean world any different?
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POEM: Bat
hanging bat
still as fruit on a branch
drops
swoops
glides
flaps
tilts
swings
dips
accelerates
dodges
whips
circles
twists
seizes
and hangs once more
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POEM: Bats Over Bangalore
dusk descends
&
bats wing away
abandoning bamboo stanchions
that flex, creak, and groan
during their daily hang
flying like waves of B-52’s
on a doomsday run–
buggy Armageddon
but bugs are too numerous
and
small-brained
to be decimated
it takes giant ganglia
to produce a proper doomsday
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HAIKU: Notes From an Evening Walk
Bat black skies above
Jinking, rolling, and dipping
Dog-fighting for food
The Morning Glory
After dark is monotone
But remains shapely
A pack of street dogs
Bursts into barking, relief
Their mark? Lunchbox man,
Shadow silliness
Man flails his arms overhead
Walking behind me
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