A cold sunset wind blew, as i
stared at the old fortune tree,
its dusty, spider-webbed leaves parted a bit,
who knew, i would have a peek of its
resident creature?...woken now,
and ready, to unveil itself....

soon enough, it started circling
front and back of the house,
flinging itself, crashing inside fruit trees,
reveling in the spreading dark of dusk,
flying, like an airborne kamikaze plane,
aiming at its target...resting lizards
and crickets stirred, for,
  it was searching for food...

from the sweetsop tree, it nosedived
into the terrace, then swooshed up
again, driving peaceful candle flames
into restlessness..i wondered...did it
dislike the fire from my row of scented
candles? did i violate its privacy? did i
start it all, when earlier, the bat and i,
...were staring....eye to eye?
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Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 31, 2019