Twenty thousand pounds of insects in flight
This balmy evening, their final night.
Condemned mosquitoes dart and fly,
Tonight, is your night to die.
Your doom, the Mexican free-tail bats
Hungry to feed on you, and gnats.
Under Austin’s Congress Bridge they hang,
Preparing to catch you with open fang.
The hungry bats are two million strong,
As they, quiet, wait for a sonar gong.
Their suckling pups, they leave alone,
‘Til, parents, fed, come flying home.
The lazy sun dips to the west.
We humans, struggle for a view that’s best.
Dark waters lap on Town Lake’s shore.
We talk softly, nothing more.
We came to watch them fly away,
As they do this, and every summer day.
The cloud emerges like a whirlwind rising,
Darting, flitting, flapping, diving.
No traffic control or rules on the go,
They move fast, they are not slow.
We wonder at their extreme precision
And marvel that there’s no collision.
Tiny forms blend into night sky,
Departing, with ne’er a goodbye.
Away from the watchers into the night,
They make their way on this feeding flight.
We drive home full of awe
Marveling, at what we saw.