Barbars Spring sent me one of her poems

Bats

Flight of bats

on the rime of night

echo fragile cries

over the still black mirror.

They skim, dip, tip stars

glimmer quicksilver grace

to riffle water.

Swift to kill caddis nymph

lacewing and mosquito in flight;

tilt, soar, glance and glide

insectivores shimmer in the skyloom.