Chittering protest

As I coax the exhausted pest onto my boot

His leathery wing matches that of 

The aged and scuffed footwear 

No amount of “easy buddy” or “big mads” 

Can quell the injustice of an eviction 

That they couldnt comprehend, 

Teeth bared that signify a swear. 

You wouldnt really consider this old building a bat cave. But then it isnt what you got with what you do, it’s what you do with what you got, and what one can bear. 

Wrong place wrong time seems to follow

Wether is white nose, rabies, covid

Or babies. Fear seems to be limiting 

Factor to those being able to care. 

I left them under an evergreen, away from the harsh sun, misfortune, and traffic. 

His home, safety, and rest still up the hill. 

Eyes closing, chittering softening. Back to daily fare. 

Fly well tonight little hero, may you return wild and free. The bat we didnt deserve, but one our world needs.