Like miserly grapes
Looking at us passing
Underneath them
With the quiet contempt
Of flying machines
Versus mere pedestrians
Nested in the branches
Of the tallest trees
Hanging upside down
Some bats taking
The late sun rays
Of a sunny spring day
Their soft furry brown bodies
Enjoying the warmth
Just waiting for the day
To settle down
In order for them
To get to their business
Unfolding their wings as a charm
For they truly are
The ladies of the night.
They took to the sky
As the wind rose
Flapping and screeching
Their renewed freedom
From the curse
To hang upside down
During daylight
They transformed into
The dark queens of the night
Bringing black fears
And somber dreams
To the unwary.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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