Flit Flat

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A LITTLE BATTY

There is an unspoken fear
Gliding on wings
Like Fledermaus
Flittering about your head.
Eyes dart
Brain crunching
To find projected point
Of interception
But too slow are you
And so "Batty" hastens,
Until you seemingly sprout
Into a vortex of flailing arms
And grabby hands
Scooping with empty palms
At shadowy projections.
My reflection spoke to me once too.
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