I went to see the bats because I did not want to be home
the bats never came
I stood out in the cold and waited for an hour
It felt good to be able to identify that my fingers where numb
I broke a piece of the rotting fence as I waited
carving my name into the soft wood
I thought “one day I will point this out and say I wrote this. I was here and saw the bats”.
But it become dark
the crowd of people dwindled until it was just me
waiting for the bats who never came