A morning eight of clock, stood obliterated
By the deaf bird , with a song that stretched
Luxuriously on our bodies, all schools barred.
Its reddish tiny discs of eyes glowered at us
Down to the earth where we stood on knees
Calling down in fingers that pretended to fly.
We were testing to find out how deaf it was.
(The crow pheasant is a fascinating brown beauty of the crow species, called jemudu kaki the Deaf Crow in Telugu)