A bat is born Naked and blind and pale. His mother makes a pocket of her tail And catches him. He clings to her long fur By his thumbs and toes and teeth. And then the mother dances through the night Doubling and looping, soaring, somersaulting — Her baby hangs on underneath.
Randall Jarrell Carolinian
Source
"A bat is born," lines 1-31; reprinted as "Bats" in The Lost World (1965)
- work
- The Bat-Poet (1964)
- year
- 1964
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