#WritcoPoemPrompt62
A quiet deep swimming pool,
Bats sweeping down like a steel-scythe,
To drink blue water on the pool,
Dash! calm and still afresh to writhe, they gather in the sky and lock wings to court,
An odd dance of meaty feathers flock, tight knit things lock feet in retort of the sky's burly weather,
By the shore a hunter gathers his...