Soaring into speckled clouds of gnats & mosquitoes
bat hordes swarmed, darkened twilight skies
ultra-sound bouncing
signaling
when they
should
twist
turn
dive;
leather
limbs unfold
bottoms-up slumber;
no bat beacon punctured night's pitch—
contested moonlight—just furry mammals fluttering,
clicking across horizon ink;
menacing clusters
foraged food
like field
mice
with
wings,
shaped
nightmares:
...Dracula's
goth brides provoking
nocturnal metamorphosis
flourishing as wiry digits and membrane in flight.