a little vacation

So, we're back from our little vacation in the Ozarks--Branson,
to be exact. The weather was perfect, there were no crowds, and
our villa (yes, it really was called a villa) was delightful.

One night, at 1:00ish am, whilst lying in bed, I heard a curious
"th-fuh-fuh-fuh" sound. Not a bird. Not a moth. What does that
leave, ladies and gentlemen????

Yes, yes, a bat, flitting to and fro above our slumbering heads.



I let it out of our bedroom and into the living room, but instead
of flying out the front door, it seemed more intent on
eavesdropping on the conversation between the 19-year-old son
and myself. So, I stepped outside and called to it sweetly,
"Oh, Mister Bat, come outside."

And it did.

Go figure.

And guess what else? Came home to find that a collage I
submitted to a magazine has been accepted for publication.

Well. A week of firsts.

Twinkle twinkle, little bat,
How I wonder what you're at?
Up above the world high,
Like a tea tray in the sky . . .