what would you do?
I say

shadows
carry my voice away
upwards
and out
across the solway

she has come to a stop
all around the shadows fly
outstretched arms
anticipating outstretched wings

I’d freak out
her reply
as delicately missing
the shadows
darken a post sunset sky

better than any human pilot
these nocturnal aviators fly
so close
and yet
though darkness surrounds
it is all light to them

It’s time to go
I say anxious
just in case
one of these shadows should land

but I am thinking
of what humans do
these are bats

Copyright: a shy vicar