by Pavel Chichikov
Little bats are flittering above the paddock
Their spirals rise and pivot as the quarry tacks –
They fall and what they look for is invisible –
Mosquitos in the shadows are unseeable
Tame ponies snort and pat the gentle dust –
Cicadas rasp – the shrilling gassy toads,
The climbing frogs their intervals adjust
Beside the night-blind forests and the empty roads
Now the air is cooler and the forest black –
Flittering above the paddock little bats
As though there were another thing that hunted me
Invisible in spirals as I twisted free
‘Come, turn around and do not be afraid,
Be of good heart and see what I have made'
(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)
