Bats in the roof -
the space above our room,3am and wide awake and month of May and June.
Zig and zag and zoom,
wooden eaves and top of trees and over wild woods,
sky and field and speed of sound and heady birds eye view.
And smaller - than you knew.
And you can watch,
9pm and open door and turn the TV off,
pebble garden, rugged stone and fly from way on top.
To soar and swarm and drop.
And I first heard,
softly thud and thud again
late at night and late to bed and listen what on earth?
Gone at dusk and home at dawn and sleep then overhead.
In our house -
bat and bee and bird and mouse,
in and out and up and down and through and round about.
Foot of field and ever-green and empty miles around.
here before and here beyond and who could stop them now?
Open sky and hang on high and darkest, deadest night.