Sometimes, it is useless to wonder Why bats play on the radio every purple night. Look at them rise in flight. Bats of every colour Bringing news of Delhi to the Savannas. There goes Papa Bat, His wide-rimmed spectacles askew Off to his morning nap. Mama turns on the radio louder "Look what cousin Freddie has to say." The sun loop-de-looping every day On its unsuspecting orbit. 'I am tired of going around in circles ' The bat from Kentucky whispers Looking at her shiny green nail paint Sometimes, it is good to let go.