The Light

       I can hear the wings rhythmically beating against the body as it flies in circles about two foot over my head. The sound that I know so well is back! I roll out of bed quickly in my attempt to turn on the bedroom light, and open the bedroom door. Nothing is working very well at one-thirty am. 
       Vain attempts appear to be the order of the day, but after five tries, one success. I fling open the door and it follows me out of the room. Then, I scramble for my flashlight on the shelf. Dimly it illuminates a much larger arena
        Up, down, around and around flies the bat. 
I jerk open the heavy wooden outside door hoping he will make his escape, but he chooses to land and hide instead. An hour later, with the aid of my diminishing return of a flashlight, I track and net him. Catch and release. As I finally lay back down in bed, I hear the faint sound of tiny wings against my window pane like "Rats feet over broken glass."