In the sun-bleached silence of a world choked by dust, a solitary bat hangs suspended. It, a creature in shadow and moonlight, sings. A somber tune escapes her throat, a dirge born from the ashes of a forgotten world. https://zaynabgiqe474576.pointblog.net/the-bat-s-lament-a-shel-silverstein-symphony-in-mccarthy-s-dust-74550844