by Danielle Ginchereau

 

Hundreds of thousands of bats

like a tornado sweeping the summer sky

emerged from their dark hollow

in search of mosquitoes.

Strand by strand

their synchronized cyclone unraveled into a single thread

that stretched far across the dusky sky.

With them fluttered the breath from my lungs

as I watched

Invisible, Insignificant

from outside their nocturnal sanctuary.