Hm.

Hm. He saw no moon in the sky.
Hm.

After some thought,
he remembered watching the moon wane over the past week.
He wondered if it had diminished
until it's not visible to the naked eye anymore.
Hm.

Red blinking lights - aeroplanes.
Hm. He wondered what it was like to be on a plane
and to be so awfully close to the stars.
Hm.

He couldn't imagine it.
Hm.

The wind herded the clouds South-wards.
Wait. South-wards?
Since when did the Northerly winds started to blow?
Hm.

The breeze persuaded
a little bit of swaying from the tree,
from which the bat flew away from,
and then,
returned.
His wings
fluttered
very softly.
Hm.

The rustling
of the leaves was soothing,
against the insects' songs
sung
night after night
after night.
Hm.

Come to think of it,
where do they hide themselves?
Hm.

Perhaps the songs do not come from insects at all,
but from the night itself.
Hm.

There were also the sounds from the television sets.
And cars, passing by.
Hm.

*

He closed his eyes to concentrate on what he heard,
and on what stirring of air he felt,
and on whether he might be sleepy enough to fall asleep.
Hm.

If he might be sleepy enough,
he would then retire to his kennel.
Hm.

Which was actually a modified iron cage.
Hm.

To wait for tomorrow to come.
Hm.

(sneak.)