Remembering Ross Creek

Yeppoon, 2011

As darkness falls

the bats

dangle in the man-

groves

getting twitchy – a wired

screeching

cuts the air as minions

drop

flip and take off

on huge

velvet wings, the bats

swirl

like a black

tornado

across the sun-

set,

stealing to the hinter-

land

to eat sweet

pine-

apples

burning

beneath a hot summer

moon.