Black Velvet Wings...

A bat flutters by in the early morning sky
     with wings beating black against the dark
grabbing moths out of the air in ravenous circles
     as the smoke tendrils rise from the cigarette
and wisps of fog rise from the dewy lawn
     A creature so despised and feared
yet every time it circled and came near
     i stared in awe and fascination
at it's black gossamer wings
    and it's lupine face as it gave chase
in a race it was bound to win every time
    With clockwork precision it turned
like a doctor's incision it cut this way and that
     and knowing it operated with radar
and not vision made it seem other worldly
    as i stood mute watching the scene before me
Suddenly it was joined by another, then another
     in a macabre dance of life and death
as the moths by the light of the porch hovered
     so i discovered another of Nature's secrets;
the light is not always where you want to be....