Echolocation by Len Kuntz

Earlier a bat snuck
Into the house
Through some seam
Hanging upside down
Like a black smear
In the rafters
Using echolocation
Quite effectively
When the screams
Became too much
For even the bat
It swooped down
And bit my mother
I thought that bat
Must be Jesus
In bird form
But the bat had
Faulty poison or
Foamy fangs
Though the
Screaming continued
Earlier a bat snuck
Into our house
And made itself
At home
With all
The other bats
Living there
Bellies full
And satisfied
Crimson dripping
From their mouths

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State, an editor at the online magazine Literary Orphans, and the author of I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AND NEITHER ARE YOU out now from Unknown Press. You can also find him at lenkuntz.blogspot.com