One would observe the habits
Of the black cloud of bats
Once a day, at the same time
For as long as they have kissed life
Have moved as one out their cave
Tasting the open air easing lungs filled with cavern grime
Only in the midst of darkness
The stars oblivious to the sunshine

A stray speck
One would think part of the cloud that escapes daily
But wanders astray from parts unknown
He sings
You can clip my toenails
But you can't clip my wings
In what most would guess was confusion at a first glance
Was truly nothing of the sort
He enters the cave confidently
Continuing his song with determination, an angel with a task
My skin is my mask
He enters

Neither the cloud that was once a seasonal storm
Nor the speck
Was ever to be seen to leave
The stars now know what sunshine is
And you start to recognize
The truth took its form