Daydreams

Tiny-boned sonar fliers,

feet centimeters apart,

practice long swooping

dives in their heads

capes accordioned

at their sides.

At night, they shake out

leather wings, launch

themselves from rafters,

belfries, cupolas,

seeking out congregations

of moths, places of

illumination, performing

aerial crossovers

and breathtaking mid-air

stops to slam into

bugs who bounce, stunned,

into the rictuses

of tiny, pink-tongued mouths.

Lost to light,

they fly back chittering

companionably

with ultrasonic

high-pitched shrieks

to rafters, belfries,

barns warmed

by domestic stock,

to daydreams

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