Magic Bats

Photo by Clément Falize on Unsplash

My friend Jerry has undertaken the shaman’s path. We huff and puff as we hike uphill, bathing in glorious moonlight. Our moon shadows march along beside us more graceful than our real selves. The trail winds along the ridge top, naked and exposed to the heavens. A soft warm wind climbs the mountain and thEN suDDENLY!!!

There is the mad flutter of wings; a rush of a tiny swift wind, a small bat rises, barely cresting Jerry’s bald head before…