First of all I have to say I always look forward to reading your poems!

Night falls
and with it silence is broken,
but only for those with ears to hear.
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I love the imagery you have painted with the first two words -"night falls"
maybe there could be a comma between silence and is.
I like how you smoothly embedded the sense of hearing so naturally - it fits in well.

Small, fast and filled with hunger they
take wing,
leaving the safe confines
of homely roost to fly,
guided by sound alone.
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I love the descriptive structure of this part of the piece you introduce your creature of nature well (A bat)
As a reader I can just see this animal taking flight with your amazing word choice!

Through darkness
thick with life they swarm,
in twirling, twisting dance
compelling in its
complexity.
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I dont know which line here is my favourite as I like it all I have to say the 'darkness thick with life' gripped me at first then 'swarm,
in twirling, twisting dance' just grabbed me all the more - such powerful imagery! Beautifully penned Cassie!

Never touching,
each aware of the next.
Feeding as they move
until sated and dawns
first chorus heralds
awakening morn.
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You have really pin pointed the characteristics of these creatures well - such an effective technique to use as a poet as you are taking the mind of the creature and describing to the reader what they are, what they do, etc. I love this part: "first chorus heralds awakening morn." I can not only see this by hear it! Excellent composition!

Then, tired of wing
and bone their
weary bodies heed
the call of home
and senses stretch
to guide them once more
back to where
they rest, unseen.
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Beautiful way to finish the piece as they return home - you have crafted this poem so intricately with amazing facts, imagery and metaphors!
I always enjoy reading a poem from you!

Thankyou for sharing such talent!

5/5

I truly love this piece! The challenge was to write a nature poem using all the senses but sight and you picked the perfect topic, bats! They use sound to navigate instead of sight... seriously a wonderful fit to the challenge, you chose something not only fitting for the prompt, but unique as well. Great job, Cassie! I've been truly impressed with the work you have been sending in each week. :)

The poem speaks about the nightly routine of the bats. Waiting for night to fall so that they can venture out into the wilderness and find food and stretch their wings until they become tired and are ready to head back home where they feel safe.