SOLC: Day 7-Morning Flight
SWOOSH! past my head, soaring high and up ahead.
A race against time.
Over the garage he goes
looking for a place to sleep.
What a startle.
What a fright.
As he flies and searches for a way
to get away from the rising light.
Finally, he settles in as quiet as a mouse.
Not in a tree, not by a bus,
but under the trim on the side of my house!
I couldn’t believe what I saw.
How long have you been hiding there?
My own little Batman
right above the garage door!