I’M NOT AFRAID OF BATS

I’M NOT AFRAID OF BATS

The denizens of the night drop

from their black house on the chimney.

Nothing to fear. They will not tangle

in my hair. And yet, there’s something—

isn’t there?—the flutter and swoop,

haunted belfries, tales of the undead,

those fearsome faces, not human,

no matter what Roethke said.

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