Bats and Swallows
Whatever the difference might be
to one who knows,
we couldn’t see
from where we stood in soft shadows
any signs that they were swallows
or bats. That there were wings
was without doubt;
you could see small pointed things
swooping out
into the gloaming—
and sometimes back.
One seemed almost iridescent
as I tried to track
its crescent
flight across the hill.