|An Unusual Opening Gambit|
Gliding and calling in dusky twilight,
Eyes that keep watch
On into the night.
Ears listening to the sounds of the land,
Perceiving so much
Unnoticed by man.
Skyward and silent on featheréd wing,
Not bound to one place
But aloft inbetween.
Awake as the flowers unfurl in first light,
Each petal seen clearly
By magnified sight.
Scent of rich nectar ensweetens the air,
As he makes his way
Back to Night’s caven lair,
Therein to sleep and therein to dream,
And rest and prepare
For his next night on the wing.
(photograph 2015, poem 2017)