Velvet triangles, shiny black buttons
and soft pink hands
that grip the underside of my window.
He is peaceful, finally fully unafraid
while sleeping while only I watch
his steady daytime slumber.
He knows not of hatred, fear, or injustice;
only days and nighttime mark the ongoing life
of my brown bat.
Soft and steady, palms lightly grasping
and sticking as if designed to fit here
on my home, among the metal, paint, and potted plants.
An alien at home
never stopping to wonder about the trucks, tailcoats, and towers around him
while these toiling madmen take root in his homeland.
He only sleeps, unguarded and accepting
these new madmen who have decided to stay and build here in his home.
with their houses, metal, paint and potted plants.