The colors of sunshine drift away into Mother Earth's cloak of shadow

And the hunters emerge again.

The bats dance as warriors through the darkened sky,

Swooping and dodging at their enemies

Screeching war cries echo as their raw leather wings sweep the air

Swirling around the dying campfire's smoke, then circling the fiery moon

Entranced in their practice they stay through the night

Until Mother Earth's curtain is drawn away once more.