We didn't know what woke us—just something <br /> moving, lighter than our breathing. The world <br /> bound by an icy ligature, our house <br /> <br />was to the bat a hollow, warmer cavity <br /> that now it could not leave. I screamed <br /> for you to do something. So you killed it <br /> <br />with the broom; I heard you curse as you <br /> swept the air. I wanted you to do it until <br /> you did. I have never forgiven you.<br /><br />Claudia Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bat-7/
