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
Dec 14, 2021
Dec 14, 2021 at 11:18 PM UTC
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
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