Nocturnal opera was in full swing,
Coos, caws and hoots of our friends with wings,
In nature’s dawn to dusk soundtrack,
An anthem sung by maestros of nature in playback.
The cricket provided droning background music,
A bubbly whistle of invisible artist gave some kicks,
A ballad in mellowed tone rendered by nightingale,
In between, blood- curdling screeches of tawny owl.
Snorts and snuffles of frogs as they met to mate,
The rhythmic rasps of cicadas that linger late,
From tree top, a nightjar made ringing sound of an anklet,
I shivered, fearing of a ghost, wrapped in my blanket
Hearing all those songs in Nature’s nocturnal theater,
I was thrilled and amazed, in all aflutter,
More melodies by unidentified artists with wings,
Oh, how sweetly those winged nocturnal angels sing!!