photo of a house

On summer nights
I pad outside in my slippers
To watch for bats.

The river's smooth as silk –
Whispering as it searches
Slow towards the sea

The midges dance their jigs
In still, blue air-
Weave over the glassy water.

A bat! Over there- and there,
Like soft bits of felt,
Ghosting across the pools.

Sometimes they flit around my ears
Or over my feet-
But they never touch me.

By morning they’ve gone,
Slipped away to attics and caves
To sleep upside down.

Kenneth Steven

Last updated: 18 January 2016 at 14:54