Small
bat’s graceful aerials in the twilight sky,
devouring
the pesky mosquitoes.
Over
the fence escaping hens repeatedly fly,
problem
solved when they’re tonight’s burritos.
My inspiration came to me as I closed the hens in their coop for the night; birds that really don’t
fly. Then I saw the bats swooping around; mammals that do fly. This one hen keeps flying over the fence,
looking for greener pastures, my husband keeps telling me he’s going to
dispatch her to the stew pot. We are all looking for something to eat.
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