Today I fed him right off the bat, and only checked Facebook twice.
On Being a Rat and Other ObservationsThe moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
ArielThe bats stop flying above and the moon stands still. He commands the air and the sky and my body.
Forgive MeLet the pitcher move first, then, as he draws his arm back, you draw the bat back and you are ready.
Paul Waner