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Catriona Keith

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To write one hundred hopeful words every day for one hundred days


Soft dark thuds. They do no harm. They excrete dust.

She likes their coming and going at dusk, their velvet noise.

The lonely night they keep her company in the darkest wood

From under the eaves the bats swoop down and

weave in and out of the branches of the tallest tree

where she has lain and waited deep in the roots

Knowing no one will come

But watching the world like the bats do, flying in and out of darkness

Moving nocturnally, roaming the shadows and doing no harm

Bats in the Attic