Last week I mentioned the possibility of a "bat" poem. I have two favorites and will use The Bat by Theodore Roethke this week. Bats always fascinate people and can inspire fierce loyalty or gothic fear- partly because, as Roethke says, "... something is amiss or out of place /When mice with wings can wear a human face." Naturalist Diane Ackerman's The Moon by Whale Light (mentioned in an earlier post) contains the most wonderful essay on bats and is certainly worth reading even if naturalist essays are not your thing --because Ackerman can make you feel as if you're reading short stories. A couple of years ago my husband (also a bat afficionato) built a bat house for our yard; unfortunately, squirrels took possession and have fended off any other possible house hunters.
Roethke (winner of numerous awards including the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1954) is one of my favorite poets;I posted his villanelle The Waking last August, and he has so many other poems that appeal to me.