Twilight past dusk descends, the air is tranquil waters serene,
Home to roost on a lofty bough, jostling and shoving we await our kin,
Juveniles tired after the frantic day, squawking and cackling feathers they preen,
Just as the shadows deepen a shade, old mamas gather, the gossips begin.
– Narendra Nayak © 2017
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