Stars fade from existence as the light eases away the darkness.
Angel clouds dance across the sky as it grows from black to pink.
Mist swirls up from the water, apparitions gliding twelve feet tall.
A fish jumps, no, not a fish, as it still sails through the air,
Swooping, darting, lightning fast, how many are there?
Bats fly all around me, as I stop to watch.
Six, ten, hard to tell, dive for water bugs or a drink from the lake.
Uncomfortably close they come as I dodge their manic movements.
Small bodies with leathery wings avoided as I continue to paddle on.
There beautiful ugliness left behind as I disappear into the fog.
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