Night sky was just moments away, as the brilliant reds and purples faded to gentle soft pink. Dusk to Night was a magical moment.
Mama waited, watching for beginning of black night. Almost…almost…she thought, impatient for the magic to begin.
It happened. She turned to her brood and announced, “Well, now, off you go!!”
Out they flew from the mouth of the cave: her cloud**of young bats, disappearing into the night, searching for night time bugs. “Watch out for owls! And, Bubba, don’t overeat!”
Another successful launch. Papa will be so proud.
Thanks for this new Thursday Trauma challenge go to Delores at Under the Porch Light . Please check her site for some interesting and delightful prompts.
**This is the title for groups of bats. Interesting.