Posted by admin on October 5th, 2007 filed in Uncategorized
The poem uses the first letters of the term echolocation. Every evening Caves come alive and Hunters alight On New Mexican deserts. Lone riders of the night skies are Off to nocturnal feasts. Caverns spew their winged lava Across the darkening deserts. Teeming leathery warriors In flight over arid seas. Onward legions of the twilight Night-borne pilots of sandy, moonlit shores.