Entry 245

The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
Claude Debussy

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled.
T.S. Eliot

Twinkle, twinkle little bat
How I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea-tray in the sky.
Lewis Carroll