a baby bat

A tiny bat fallen on wooden floorboards, a tangle of sharp black bones and velvety skin that lurks like an inky daddy long legs. Rachel picks up the bat with a piece of cardboard. She pokes its limbs with paper edges until it acquiesces. Scooped up onto the cardboard like a bowl of icecream, its wings are little black creamy drips dangling from the edge. Creeping towards Rachel, the bat becomes a furry little baby, wiggling its black wings on her arm, climbing up her arm like an infant, looking for milk.