Bat House

…He stood, watching up at the ladder, and the dark leathery shapes of bats dropping plum and sheer from a sunless, slatted under-region of seething wings and blackness.…

…He walked slowly towards the bat house, as if all the years of his young life had been honed down to this single moment, to the cries of bats washing over him from out of the darkling trees, primal and myth laden.…

…A constant stream of bats darted to and fro from the bottom of the building and out of the tops of the trees like rough shapes of ash scattered by the luminous wind of sunset.…