This is an improv of A.E. Stallings' "Explaining an Affinity for Bats." What I wanted to focus on for this improv was the rhyme scheme. I also liked "seem something else at first," and wanted to use it. I wasn't really focusing on the iambic pentameter aspect of the sonnet, just the rhyme.
That they seem something else, at first
a quiet figure in a room built for one,
yet attacks, play, still scares and done
my little dog has only thirst
for water, and baby birds that chirp
for these creatures sing like no other
praising something my dog can't bother
the sun? the rain? It's only an excerpt
of what my dog, or I, can wonder.
Can we chase our voices, or follow
patterns without confusing a hollow
break in wind or cloud or come asunder.
Its only then we find a home in trees
all animals know. Peace comes to those
who flit up and down among toes
and shoes and hearts of Socrates.
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