Odes to bats
Can be complex
The bat that came daily
And seemed like a friend
I'm trying to write an ode but I'm drawing a blank. My Bat Is Dead!!!!! Why did it have to die?
I liked that bat. It came by every day when the bats were in town and gorged it's little bat self on the bugs in my back yard. There were two, when I first moved in. Lately only one.
I guess 9 years would be a long life. I don't know for sure. I've never looked up how long they live. I think the other one died when I was fumigating my shed. It had tucked itself up under the siding for the day. Not pretty at all. I still feel guilty about that. Now this one.
I put the little body in my dead tree stump. That way it will be recycled by the bugs that live there that are in turn eaten by the pileated woodpecker and the midnight varmints. The cycle of life.
I'm just so sad. I was going to sit out tonight and watch it fly about like a demented ping pong ball. I think I will, anyway. In tribute.