Bat Call No.2
I've been thinking about you little bat
and your tiny voice
and I realize it's not only you I miss
but me and my bat call
nothing feels better than calling
nothing feels better than loving
knowing an echo will bounce back
the flame licks at the darkness
dancing across the moist cavern
I was mistaken, the squealing wasn't you at
all little bat
it was the wood in the fire
squeezing
nothing comes from nothing
nothing comes from everything
Friday, September 26, 2008
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