bat attack

After the all-clear was sounded
and we opened the doors,
and stumbled blinking out
of our bunkers,

after we feted the hero
who plucked the darting
villain out of the air
with a snapped hand towel,

we sighted another miscreant
swooping around the basement:
made its way up to the main floor
before we could call battle stations.

Crap.

They seem to come in pairs.
I don’t know what real
estate agent gives them
our address and a key
to the front door—
or is there a map
of our access points
in Google Maps?

Here I go with the towel again;
it’s the hot weather:
it’s a damn curse.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to bat attack

  1. gudgey ( your son) says:

    YO, maybe you have a core breech, better patch that up. and charge up those dilithium crystals while your at it.

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