Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Little Bat by Chad Lahr


Little Bat

Past the sand and water, he fluttered
A rogue bat chased fleeing turtles
While peddled cars circled ‘round
Lonely, perhaps for a friend in the world

A rogue bat chased fleeing turtles
Brick and mortar rose high above him, insurmountable
Lonely, perhaps for a friend in the world
I was the bat, I could not fly

Brick and mortar rose high above him, insurmountable
Their chipped edges, honed over the years
I was the bat, I could not fly
Yet I spread my wings and dove in...

Their chipped edges, honed over the years
Met my tibia and I fell
Yet I spread my wings and dove in...
This little bat had a broken wing

Met my tibia and I fell
I had never seen blood, much less my own
This little bat had a broken wing
Just in time, a proud protector swooped in

I had never seen blood, much less my own
Tears streamed down though it was just a scrape
Just in time, a proud protector swooped in
The other little animals brought flowers

Tears streamed down though it was just a scrape
This bat will live to flutter another day
The other little animals brought flowers
Such empathy from creatures so young

This bat will live to flutter another day
Turns out he learned to soar.

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