Out of such notionings

There were meteors that nigh and that morning a bat
There were meteors that nigh; and that morning a bat
Flew into the wide-swung window of my bedroom.
I covered my head with my sheet, then undressed that mummy
And the bat was gone; it scratched a wall, then flew in fluctuating circles
In movement, and in action not audible to me.
Yes there had been meteors that night, yes it is possible
It flew out the caves.
If it did not, it came from the world's soil;
A world on earth near to my home: and I,
Like Montaigne, get ecstatic enjoyment
Out of such notionings –

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