I lift my head towards the inky darkness.
Tiny pinpricks of light glitter in the sky,
dulled by the full moon
lit large and luminous.
The spot light for the dance.
Above me, the performance had begun.
A thousand leather-like wings flap to reach the gods, and glide.
The multitude of bats in flight.
Beyond my senses, although I strain,
in hope of picking out their sonar song.
What secrets do they sing?
Oh, to be part of that chorus,
these electrifying voices of the night.
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