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Monday, June 22, 2015

__Short summer nights;  now,  as  bats forage the night sky (skies?) for sustenance,   is  night  'flies'   a  noun,  or  is  night,  'flies'  an intransitive verb?

shorter dark
the bats check their watches
night flies
 

9 comments:

Bob Bushell said...

Brilliant Haiku Magyar.

Lorraine Renaud said...

oh but I love that time, always have DD :) beautiful you

Gillena Cox said...

Line one is totally absorbing

much love...

Ygraine said...

Oh how powerfully this conjures up images of a summer's night...a solitary bat flies round and round our garden every night at present.
I so love bats...:))

Jan said...

Very nice _m. Love those bats because they love the bugs that love me :)

Magyar said...

A country road; lost in never never land; intended journey.

Gwil W said...

Read in one of Houellebecq's books last night that flies don't grow any bigger once they enter the world. Small flies are not young flies any more than big flies are old flies. Male flies have a revier and will defend their territory against other male flies but naturally will attempt to mount any female flies who wander into their domain.

blogoratti said...

Really mesmerizing piece, well done.

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