The bat

roosts indoors in the darkness
of the barn, in the corner
of the ceiling's inverted floor,
sleeping, hanging head down
gripping the beam
with his claws and toes
from where
the giant room, seems
to loom upside over it. The bat
sees life, by the opposite side.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2025-05-05 at 15:12

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