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