bat_and_fruit bufflehead (a rainforest lovestory) High in the canopy she glides, midst vines and sleeping howlers. Her sonic cries strike the skin of ripe fruit, and return in tremulous waves to her silken ears. Darting, diving, she collides with torrid precision against the tree's swollen ovary. Snared in her membranous grasp, the fruit twists-- and relinquishes. She flies to nether forest, where she hangs upside-down, masticating fragrant Dipterix flesh. Tangy nectar wets her fur, and she drops the gnawed core to the envious insects below. You are sweet fruit, my love. I am the night creature that devours you. 030709 what's it to you? who go blather from