Morphing From Day to Night

A river flowing long and wide,
The sound of splattering I hear.
No place for the sun to hide,
The sky so blue and clear.

A dam is being made by a beaver
For the water to stop then and there
The fish pushing out garbage from the sewer,
Jumping with joy is a hare.

He plays through the bushes and the trees' cover
From morning 'til afternoon.
Trying to chase the butterflies that hover
Not tiring any soon.

The fish spend their time underwater
Chatting along like a chime
Rush to their home when it gets hotter
Come out when its sublime.


The tadpoles discover the new world
Into which they have been borne
Swimming around the plants that curled
Careful not to hit on a thorn.

Frogs pouncing on pebbles to keep a watch
on their little cubs;
And onto every stone they've clutched
against the other rubs.

Time passes as slow as a snail
The sun reaches its bed.
Heading home tired are quails
Knowing there's a tougher day ahead.

The schools of fish are swimming home
led by their night lamps,
Like somewhere away from here
The pigs come out from swamps.

Everyone sleeps with the owl's lullaby;
No eyes flinging open
Bird comfortably in their nest lie
The hare knows his play is done.

The owls talk to each-other
But every hoot like a whisper;
Guarding over their brothers
and every little sister.

The moon smiles over the pleasant view
Everything sleeping quiet
Standing in the night's purple hue
Stars shining in their own riots.

Only the river seems hyper,
no change in it's sound;
Not so much loud is a viper,
for that matter a hound.

She flows in the aroma
of the flowers bloomed at night.
Enjoy the atmosphere on her own
and limits at her own heights.

-Chinmayee Kulkarni