Stretching out my leathery membrane
Wings,
My feet unclench,
Whoosh!
Drop like a stone
Until I flex,
And beat.
As rapid as my heart.
I flit over the silent
Canopy
Of the forest
Black
In the shadows of the moon.
Moth flits silent too,
But I cast out my calls,
Bouncing bouncing, bouncing;
Three dimensions
At my behest.
Ping! I feel you!
Ping! I chase you
Acrobatic,
Swift I catch you,
Crunch you down.
I flit over the silent
Canopy
Of the forest
Sable
In the shadows of the moon.
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