Songs of dusk

A maddening cacophony of Indian minas

Perched on Ashoka branches above

Their loud cries dancing in the dusk

Calling us to their party

Till the sun fades away

Then as night falls

Hushed and silent they wait

For the rising of dawn and a brand new day

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