whisper awake, nudge
and squirm against their cohorts
as their hearts tom tom tom together.
They stretch their bony elbows
as the fruit cools, as the sonar song falls
over their cavemind like a lover's arms
and caresses them toward
Their eyelids snap up.
One by one by one they leave
the musty deep by some signal we don't
hear and soar into the fat nightbugs.
We think they will come flapping
from under the bridge like vampires
but they are a silent trickle,
a vortex over the lake,
a spike in the moon.
Peter17 2008. Emergence of the bats of the Congress Avenue Bridge in Austin, Texas, at dusk.