Murud

He slept
Under the pine trees
Covering himself
With a blue tarpaulin sheet
To prevent scalding hot, bat droppings from falling on his face

Unknown to him
Every sunset
Thousands of bats
Flew many nautical miles across the sea
They returned in the morning
Exhausted

That's
When he woke up
To their sunrise babble


He
Folded the blue sheet into a neat quadra size
Patted his own back
And said, how clever I am