Flight FF-5000
As the sun starts to set on the tops of the trees
on the Philippines, everything’s still.
All you hear is the quietest whistle of breeze
through the leaves in the forest, until…
Flying foxes! Five thousand-fold, flitting this way
from their feeding grounds, bound for their beds.
They are giants! They’re mega-bats! Royal, some say,
and named ‘crowned’ for the gold on their heads.
They have feasted on figs on the Biliran isle,
with their neighbours, a type of fruit bat.
Watch them soar overhead, as they shriek, then they smile
as they pelt you with figgy poo. Splat!
on the Philippines, everything’s still.
All you hear is the quietest whistle of breeze
through the leaves in the forest, until…
Flying foxes! Five thousand-fold, flitting this way
from their feeding grounds, bound for their beds.
They are giants! They’re mega-bats! Royal, some say,
and named ‘crowned’ for the gold on their heads.
They have feasted on figs on the Biliran isle,
with their neighbours, a type of fruit bat.
Watch them soar overhead, as they shriek, then they smile
as they pelt you with figgy poo. Splat!
This poem is copyright (©) Felicity Teague 2024
About the Writer
Felicity Teague
Felicity Teague (Fliss for short) has a very serious job in publishing and enjoys writing poems during her playtime. Her poetry has appeared in a number of journals, including The HyperTexts, Snakeskin and The Ekphrastic Review. From 2014 to 2016, she was Poet-in-Residence of Happenstance Border Morris, a Morris dancing group in Winchcombe, Gloucestershire. She also enjoys art, birdwatching, films, music and photography, and she loves guinea pigs!
