CONSIDER THE KATYDID
by Julie Lavender
Have you ever seen a walking leaf?
Well, obviously a leaf can’t really walk.
Tonight
I sneak into the barn and check on the bat regiment living in the hay mow.
About 50-60 of them hang in upside-down clusters from the now defunct hayfork
rail. Such strange little creatures… flying rodents with furry bodies and
leathery wings. All day long they hang there, in deep, deathlike sleep. But very soon their high-pitched squeaks will
fill the air. One by one they’ll pop through a little hole at the peak, where
barn wall almost meets barn roof. Each
soldier will begin its nightly Battle of the Bugs, honing in on tiny sound
targets like a missile, in hopes of curbing its hunger.