BAT

I can avoid obstacles
More cleverly than wickedness.
Flittermouse echo-location
Is no accurate description
For my guile
As I sweep for a moonlit third of a mile
In formation,
Then switch from your headlights
Just as you think you have caught
This terror of chafers at last.

Up at the farm as you sleep
I am weaving the elms and your dreams
Into a pattern of stealth
We share but can neither retrace.

During your day
I hang myself about your consciousness
In revered places.
You and I,
We are both,
Waiting for the night to release us.

Alasdair Aston