Twilight Hunting – a poem by David Hanlon

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,
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.

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