I dangle from a ceiling, my wings curled around me.

My brunette fur matted and tangled.

My wings carry me under the ebony sky.

Twirling and curling like paper catching the wind.

I am a sensitive-seer, a squinting-looker.

My eyes are small and beady like raven buttons.

They blink and widen like a black hole.

I have large ears, they twitch, listening for the slightest sound.

My hearing is as exceptional as an aware eagle scanning for a scatter of grass.

What am I?