Myotis Lucifugus
       

Fear gallops from your open mouth:
a smoke with webbed wings,

the wick of a candle too long
or a palmetto fire chewing scrub forest.

You reached out for me once, in a series
of pulses, now only silence throbs.

A dusk release of brown bodies
from the bat-house by Lake Alice huddles

here a feral cloud. A red-shouldered hawk
perches on the railing looking back.

Invite me back inside to burn
down the whole forest again.

Tweet

Copyright © 2016 Rajiv Mohabir All rights reserved
from The Taxidermist's Cut
Four Way Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission