| Bats Words, like bats hang upside down clinging to the roof of the caves of the mind. Some slumber as though dead, some have even dropped to the fouled floor, many flap furiously as snakes slither up the wall looming near the black exit preying in wait to snatch as one tries to leave the entrance to light. A free bat soars to a fig tree and savours the fruit. shalome � 2004 |