We began with doubts in the dark night- Everything that came under the sky of night- The noiseless stars -that were just flickers In the crisp air of a deep night and crickets That creaked from dark and thorny bushes. We thought of sultry bears that came down From the hills for ripe sugarcane in fields On windy nights when we were sleeping On the river bank, with a long stick safely Sleeping beside us on a springy string cot. The dogs sculpted their own long protests At the howling wind and bush rat’s scrawl . There in the sketchy bushes of darkness The lizards slept fitfully wary of night snakes. Outside, the fireflies tantalized the country. Our doubts persisted through the night , Going on unabated in sleep and dreams. At the ****'s crow they dissolved in sleep.