IN broad daylight <br />He should not be: <br />Yet toward and froward, <br />Froward and toward <br />He weaves a flight. <br />Who will guide him back to his cave, <br />A little Bat astray, <br />Where he'll rest on the breast of night, <br />Away from day's bright miscreation? <br />The linnet throbs through the air, <br />The magpie coquettes with day, <br />The rook caws 'Time to be gone,' <br />And travels on; <br />While toward and froward, <br />Froward and toward, <br />The Bat ... a fathom <br />Of flight . . . weaves.<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bat-7/
