"I wish I'd said we sleep all winter." -The Bat-Poet, by Randall Jarrell In togetherness, there is forgetting, The tender all-in-the-same-bed from childhood As lost as this morning's poem So many humans fear memory's fade And resist being close to other people To maintain their mind palaces For bats and chipmunks, They would do well to remember to heed owls In a group or alone And regardless of species Poetry might be the act of an individual But language is a we act A tree in the forest falls for a sound A final verse for its fellows Making a home for its distant relations Family doesn't make literature But beautiful words can't become Without the colony's warmth