Pitch dark
Zero luminescence
Midnight appearing
Slowly going inside
Like a curtain closer
Getting darker and darker-
Beetles making
Repeated chirps
Much like a pattern follower
Amidst measured delays-
Chanting hymns
From peculiar birds
Seldom seen in days-
Night in peak
Sometimes even frightening
Dark shadows
Moving here and there
Casted by trees and bushes-
In the middle
Of all these
Strange happenings-
Two eyes
Almost protruding out
Blinking here and there
One turn right
Another turn left
Then staring straight-
Seating in tree branches
Observing all along
What's happening around?
Never stopping
Basking under shades of moon
Until Daylight appears
Much like a curtain raiser!
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