As I stood and gazed at the nighttime sky,
A sputnik, a satellite, caught my eye.
It travelled in a slow and graceful arc;
A small and bright point of light in the dark.
Tag: Kathy Figueroa
Eulogy For A Bat, Poetry by Kathy Figueroa
A wisp of dusk, personified
Or should I say, ‘animalified’
It grieves me, Bat
That you have died
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