Against the fading sunset light,
small phantoms of the night
circle and dip, bat-blind
to the predicament of humankind.
They are still free to gather and fly,
flickering shadows in the sky,
while we hunker in isolation,
watching the planet’s devastation.
Kim M. Russell, 14th April 2020
Sherry’s prompt this week is a confirmation for some of us and an eye-opener for others. It’s a warning and a plea to the rest of the human race to respect the planet and all the creatures living on it. I like the quote from Jane Goodall, which expresses this so well:
“We have amazing brains…We are capable of love and compassion for each other. Let us also show love and compassion for the animals who are with us on this planet.”
Sherry is right to ask whether humankind will listen, after all, we’ve seen it before that lessons are never learnt for long.
Our challenge is to write about our connection with the natural world and with the wild, our fear, anger, hope, love of animals, domestic and wild, or our frustration at humanity’s slowness to grasp our shared predicament.
Wow, Kim, those small phantoms of the night really bring the message home. Who could have imagined what we are living through now? Thank you for this poem. Your bats get to fly free. Others were not so lucky. I hope Jane’s message will be heeded, but fear it will not.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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You used the bat well…hit a home run with this one, KR! Salute!
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Thank you, Ron!
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Again you capture the pulse in very few words. I am going batty with this hunkering down–though I cannot complain because I can be safe, play safe, hoping to someday be free again.
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