BAT MAGICA Poem by jeannemarie coulterBAT MAGIC under the old stone bridgehundreds of bats clinging sleep wrapped in moss and spider silk, sail out to sip water face flying at dusk... magic come alive for children playing below in bat kissed pond squealing with delight as dark wings swoop caress water ripples before they vanish into night... " © 2015 jeannemarie coulterReviews
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