There is a daze in my head,
Of the light of dusk shining
On the iridescent plumage of the peacocks
Their gait so graceful and flight to tree-tops
Wore a mystery.
And in the light of the night,
Amidst the silhouette of tamarind trees and the lingering droop of their leaves,
It momentary seemed like the show was wrapped-up and the magic all gone.
Until, the peafowl concert began
And one peacock called out to another peahen
And they all started calling out to each other.
This is one concert, I will remember for a lifetime.
Savoring the silhouettes and sounds of the peafowl village
Chincholi Morachi, Maharashtra