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By Tiffany Hauser
Flying – fluttering – flaunting
What else…
Do
Bats
Do?
Do they bite my bitter blood?
Or, do they hibernate in my horrid hair?
No.
Bats are animals, just like,
My mother,
My brother,
My sister,
My friend.
Bats are just like any human around,
They help you get abound,
Eat the insects that you don’t like around,
Kill them,
So you hear no sound.
No more insects, you hate in town!
So with that you know,
Bats are helpful.
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“Getting Religion”
By j.anderson
My baptism began in the waters of this stream
As I tentatively stepped forth
Feeling the soft bottom through booted shoe
Searching out rock from muck
Gravel within whirling pool
I advanced, still tentative
Line cast into the air
A rainbow so thin as to mimic dragonfly flight
Alighting on the creek surface
Silent among the ripples
Cresting an aquatic universe
Invisible within the swirling cosmos
Of rain and spring thaw flowing south
My fly tethered fast
Impedes the forward motion, stops time
As I wait for the intersection
Of two worlds, their collision
The trout snaps, jumping free beyond boundaries
Soon snared by such a daring impudence
Second thoughts frantically emerge - submerge
Safety in the hole beneath the log - sought
To get there a tasking battle – fought
The distance too great, defeated and caught
But the honor is in the meeting
In the test of each other’s mettle
Not the carnage nor the aftermath
So, hook removed, goodbyes waved
I emerged from the baptismal font
A far better man
“In those moments of quiet concentration the questions that have arisen over a lifetime are sometimes answered - if we only listen.”
