A few weeks ago, my feelings toward bats were not up to reasoned par. I was not enjoying my walks down the street in the evenings, with them flapping and flying over my head. I didn't know why. I had no informed and reasonable excuse for this. But, at some point in the past few weeks, I remembered where I came from in Indiana, and that's when my attitude began to shift.
Excellent poem and I like the final two lines especially: "They're still flapping, over street, overhead.
And I teeter between wonder and dread."
Teetering between wonder and dread!