Oh dear little bat, like a kite with a sprain you can’t catch the wind. The snowy blustering winds knock you from the sky, as you try to seek shelter. Sometimes the weakened need a hand. Retrieve her from the snow, have to get her to the hospital. Transformed into beauty never before seen. Shed a layer to keep her thin body covered. She clutches like a bat, now human, but still an animal she acts. Getting back to warmth she catches glimpse in all mirrors. She knows she is beautiful. Elated. Free of wings. Free of snow. Free of cold hearts. I will make you warm. Now that you can’t go back to flying crooked to make a path home.