A poem about a rat seeing a bat for the first time (Patreon)

I see her

Aloft

Wings backlit by a gleaming, full egg moon

Like the ghost of autumn leaves

Swollen large in the glittering, black river of the sky

A backdrop to angelic splendour

Downy pelt

The colour of an acorn cap

Singing high and strange into the dark

Fluttering like a hummingbird

Lovely, large ears pointing to the heavens

She is beauty I did not know I could see

I stand tall as I may

Raise my snout

And join her midnight chorus