On the hill
a group of bats
circled
now
only one's left
the others migrated
to the waters and
the caves.
the solitary hill bat
slow over withering flowers
circled sad:
sad
but not demoralized
for
as the twilight came he got more strength
as the dusk came he got more strength
more piercing his cries
more meaningful
more pulling the Earth's ears
his accusation-cries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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