They came as though from nowhere,
Melting into existence,
Wisps of grey against the silver streaks,
Wheeling and tumbling,
Bats returning at dawn.
Silent in the overhead, they catch the eye
And keep it until they’re gone.
Vanishing in the same arcane way.
As time paints over the silver with gold and blue,
Leaving me standing.
Staring at the sky.