Night Shadow

Bats
Bats and madwomen
Bats, madwomen and dogs lost from home
Scurry in the small hours.
I cannot sleep. Gently,

     only gently dare I touch
with time-frayed fingers and tremors
that reflection of a shadow
night finds stooping in moonlight,
passing in sorry silence;
that reflection which is you.

Bats, madwomen and dogs lost from home
Bats and madwomen
Bats
And you.