The Bat, the Truck and the Moon

It’s approaching dawn. The night is silent as usual. Silent means normal. A parameter that ensures that everything has gone as per the plan.

The deep night has engulfed everyone in its clutches of sleep. But it’s not only me who is awake at this hour.

I stand at my flat’s terrace, trying to locate the Moon. But I cannot see it. There are too many clouds. I can say for certain where exactly it’s hiding. I can see the source of the light. A blurred dull ball appears in the sky, momentarily visible behind a thin puff of clouds.
I can see the moonlight falling on the Mango tree’s leaves. Mango tree which is slowly extending its arms, trying to capture our entire terrace, leaving us with a little space. But still, ¬†we will bear with it. For it will bear fruits for us. Literally.

Just next to the tree lie a bunch of bats, continously shifting in their sleep, trying to find the perfect posture. Perfect hanging posture. They all have snuggled up in such a mess that I couldn’t possibly do a head count right now.

I look down at the road downstairs. It is completely deserted. Only exception being a Goods Carrier making a run along the path, every now and then. A truck passes by,  making a loud sound. Loud enough to scare a bat out of its sleep and into the sky. It flutters away as quietly as it could.

The clouds appear to have scattered for a short time. I can see the Moon now. It looks to be just a day away from being exactly half, like the protractor. It looks tired. It looks dull. I wonder why.

Another truck just passed by. It didn’t wake any bat up, this time around. The Moon has also made its way back behind the veil. The Mango tree stand there tall, apathetic to everything that’s going around him.

The dawn is approaching. The night is silent as usual. And it’s not only me who is feeling sleepy right now. So are the bats, the trucks and the Moon.