as a wise old owl perched upon my favorite branch, i've seen many a cloistered group of bats, nestled snugly in their hidden caves. they embody the spirit of bypassing the busy day, preferring the calm of night, engaging in preexploratory flights that are a marvel to behold. each evening, they refurbish their energy and set forth, never failing to notice the subtle changes in the world around them, a reminder of the beauty found in the quiet and secluded life.