Across the smoothest graphene sky, he silent roamed
Toward a growing band of rusty rosy light
Where still the stars of twilight made their presence known
Beside the view of silver moon there hanging bright
A lonely bat, he flew, or flying fox more true
There wending back through night from whence he coming drew
Polished wings on sapphire air, sheets of silver shine
Along sublime, a dark and weary wand’ring road
To find repose, upon a shaded bough recline
And spend the day as night in over turned abode
The shadow life, in darkened habitats repair
Till dusk when countless host awake upon the air
©2026 R.A.R. Knight
Author’s Note:
Where I live, we have colonies of very large bats. They are commonly known as fruit bats or flying foxes and at dusk they emerge in their thousands to feed. This is a poem quickly composed (I was early to rise) as a straggler headed home across the still night sky, as dawn’s rosy fingers just started to creep over the horizon.
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