the village of the birds is on the other side
neighbouring to it
is the smiled-face hermitage of the police
all the 5s and 7s in its telephone number
are vegetarian
they regularly mow their nails and teeth
the sleeves of their uniforms pick up air-feathers
from the body of the slate
they become a like shape of modesty
no more they need to celebrate their birth-days
by taking analgesic tablets for their headache
if they are invited to any party
to take drinks
they say that actually it is never
in keeping with the basil-leaves
now they fully believe in the monsoon-ism
they also tell to pass on this information
when taking part in the parade
scatter from their eyes
some local drops of water
the hand-cups covered with the fog
take up them very humbly