Look up, and you see things flying
Between the day and the night;
Swallows with spools of dark thread sewing the shadows together.

A circle swoop, and a quick parabola under the bridge arches
Where light pushes through;
A sudden turning upon itself of a thing in the air.
A dip to the water.

And you think:
“The swallows are flying so late! ”

Swallows?
D H Lawrence, Bat

The bat is dun with wrinkled wings
Like fallow article,
And not a song pervades his lips,
Or none perceptible.
Emily Dickinson, The Bat

The Dark Knight Medley ‐ Why So Serious / Like A Dog Chasing Cars, Hans Zimmer

Who Are You, The Who