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The whitewing bat. Is the size of a fifty cent. Piece. Give or take a millimeter. It flies in front. Of the full moon. Hiding. Waiting for a stray moth. To flitter into its path. On the new moon.
#Nightdwellers. A cornucopia of bats across the sky,. Their wings like moths' own as they fly,. Sleek black skin like fleshy cloth,. Again not unlike that of a moth,.
As you glide past my head, I wonder... What is it like, To be an owl. To have all the world, Under your watchful eye. To glide silently, a ghost.