Bat Cave

In the full heat of mid-day
Waiting in the brushed wall of the canyon
I found the cave
Proud of my direction
Water dripped, somewhere
In the cool dark
I wetted my cracked lips
Trying hard to swallow
Ginger steps of braille
Feeling toward that sound
Willing eyes to penetrate the void.

That's when the cave came to life
Walls waving to a hum of nervous wings
Ceiling, a threat of bursting thousands
To fly away
Whirring,
Those waiting
Moving masses
Like a sound track to a scary movie
Chilling hair stood on end
As I suddenly remembered
I could probably go a while yet
Without the water.



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