Batsong
It's getting cool, I yawn.
And hunger says
The day's gone by, my ears
Hear others in the sky
Their names cast out to find a meal,
A sonic finger that can feel
Just the thing its good to eat
Or branches in the way.
I drop from where I sleep
To breathe, and dart,
My voice its net begins
To weave -- It's ME! It's ME!
(I listen for my name ahead)
It's ME! It's ME! It's ME!
I hear myself and swerve
It's ME! -- to left
It's ME -- to up;
Ah! Plump feel and tumbling catch the flyer,
Quickly chew and swallow juicy meat.
I hunger yet, and scream again
It's ME, It's ME!
My voice ahead, a treat's
No doubt awaiting in the air
I follow my name over there.
You walking cannot hear my cry
But look up, marvel how I fly;
It's ME! It's ME! It's ME!
Cortland Richmond 2000
