The Bat

It’s quiet tonight. The bat who eats the berries must’ve eaten them all last night. Now no seeds fall and no wings flap and no sounds of a bat seeking sustenance fly into my room.

It’s lonely tonight without the bat.

Upside down my view

Stars falling through my window

Hungry bat and me

 

Copyright September 2019

An Exercise In Listening

the hum of the refrigerator
the snoring of the cat
the competing tick of 4 clocks
the occasional tinkle of wind chimes from outside
the roaring in my ears of thoughts fighting to escape
it is Tuesday night and all is well
sometime soon my thoughts will gel
until then what the hell!!!
I’ll keep listening

Copyright November 2013