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Monday 29 April 2013

Bats in Chorus

Night sight
In flight to bite
The swoop and swoon
Of cold air soaring
The rushing wind
Speaks a promise
Of sweet metallic
Meal to come
Dive and
Arrive
To feed past fur
Deep through skin
Refresh the soul
That knows
No sin.

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