Moor Park on Guy Fawkes Night 2020

A couple walking laps

have paused to watch

a startled bat wheel

round a bare tree,

a lost leaf flapping

blindly in the storm.

They walk away

while it still circles,

knowing it will fly

till it collapses

in the dark

where people meet

illicitly to light

black market fireworks

and watch them throw

their fleeting shapes

defiantly into the sky.

Thanks to Paul Brooks from The Wombwell Review, for publishing this piece in the open call for all art celebrating bats. Click here to see my poem and learn more about #batfest:

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