New poem

The Shadow

Narcissistic bat

of synthetic black

rubbery wings

flying high over a pond –

drinking the scent

of contented ducks below –

such misery of blind bats

enjoys not the simple

happiness of ducks.

On the ground,

a group of sparrows

chattering

in a small pond

made by rain in a hole

in the dirt –

bat listens and waits for death –

the Earth will not comply.

 

1/11/17