not bats

strange how
these birds
so black
with large
spread wings
linger in
the trees
like silent bats.
maybe they
are bats who
deny the sun,
and have
developed
vision to find
their prey,
the warm
rodents that
scurry across
the lawn,
through
broken woods,
but i doubt it.
i think
they are just
moody birds,
quiet, pondering
something,
their lives,
their marriages,
how their
children went
off some deep
end. contemplating
their dead
end jobs they
somehow got
stuck in.
if they
had hands,
they'd be
folding them
over and over
wiping the beads
of sweat from
their brows.