Battling with the bat

on this picture you can see my father battling with the bat
it's a summer nighttime
my father, a reserved and broadshouldered man
is portrayed here as a tall adolescent boy
or a petrified beast
his arms are wide stretched and he waves them erratically
while the bat is waving its wings
at my father,
my father believes bats to be devil's friends
this is something to be understood and accepted