87/365: Making Lists with Bats

It's quiet at night
when I order my life in lists and verses.
I imagine there are bats
hiding in my walls between the studs,
cuddling tight together,
nursing each other's young with wings held close.
They listen to me type,
chirping softly in rhythm with the keys.

I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.