I WONDER WHY THE PEACOCKS...?

Every night I hear the peacock screech 

In my backyard. 

My backyard opens into the Avalahalli forest range. 

I often pop up my ears to comprehend, 

Is it the peahen in distress, 

The peacocks are hard pressed? 

At times they come nearer to the settlements, 

They scamper and strut in the dark shroud, 

I can feel it's not one or two but a big crowd. 

At times the coincidences are a pretty match. 

They can take your breath and leave your throat parched. 

You can neither screech or strut 

Numb hands to take out the torch. 

Our floor is laid with wooden planks. 

Rose pink and dark fawn brown, 

to match the peacock screech scare

 the planks take the liberty to crack. 

It seems the ghosts have entered the rooms to strut and scoot. 

The jungle environs are envious. 

It beckons with open arms by day. 

The sweeping low branches tempt you

for a free natural body hug, 

By night the foliage droops down 

to give scary looks. 

Why do the peacocks screech and preach, 

What do they preach to teach? 

Spread your wings to fly in the sky, 

What for is this iridescent blue and green plumage, 

When it cannot beat and bounce 

against the roaring wind? 

Dancing and prancing in the rain? 

Maybe they wish to say, 

Dance in the rain for you can fane your pain. 

There is in life no loss or gain , 

Day and night is all the same. 

If you have a trumpet blow it, 

If you have a mane show it. 

If you have empty vessels, 

make some noise!!! 

If you have a plumage that opens, 

Spread it!