Echoes full of knowing
I look a lot like little mouse
little mouse with wings.
At dark leave attic of your house
to hunt for creepy things.
I swoop and swirl, dive and glide
but hardly use my sight,
prefer in dim moon-shade to hide
while scrounging food at night.
I have the rare ability
to somehow find my way
with sound waves and agility,
don’t need the light of day.
Sing little notes so high and fast
you humans cannot hear them.
Know when mosquitoes, moths fly past,
with my sharp teeth I spear them.
My little songs come back to me
in echoes full of knowing.
My ears and brain like eyes, you see
that tell me where I’m going.
© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
This month at the blog Today’s Little Ditty, guest poet Marilyn Singer’s challenge is to write an echo-inspired poem. Today’s poem is my attempt.
This post is linked to Poetry Friday. What a lovely coincidence to have as our Poetry Friday host today Michelle of the above-mentioned Today’s Little Ditty. Hop on over to enjoy the amazing poetic fare. During National Poetry Month it’s a veritable feast!