MUSED Literary Magazine.
Poetry

Bats at Bedtime

LindaAnn LoSchiavo

She dreamt of bats — — as unpredictable
As daring trapeze artists, dangling like
A lazy symphony of Spanish moss
Conducted by the wind, escaping from
Mysterious caves, drowsy debutantes
Alert to predators, heat-seeking forms,
Runes darkening night’s alphabets, fallen
Angels illegible in their descent.