Twilight Hunting As night unrolls its indigo tongue, licking away the last rays of sunlight, the air cools and cleanses itself, Daubenton's bats, fresh from tree-roosting, swoop down, fly low across overgrown riverbanks, catch midges that hover above rippling water. They feast, on the wing, until the moon surfaces, full and polished.
David Hanlon is a welsh poet living in Cardiff. He is a Best of the Net nominee. You can find his work online in over 40 magazines, including Rust & Moth, Icefloe Press & Mineral Lit Mag. His first chapbook Spectrum of Flight is available for purchase now at Animal Heart Press.