Sauntering on a Morning Walk
I chanced upon a dancing Peacock.
The Peacock is an Aristocratic pheasant
Who wears the Jewels his wife doesn't .
In matters of Dress,
He leans towards Excess.
He may be loud in voice and loud in colour
Yet, reduces you to a hapless Bird Ogler.
He carries all the glitter off
Without looking like a garish toff.
Nods his head with a strut and a swagger.
Quivering mass of turquoise,emerald and azure.
Like some Ornithological Celebrity,
He unwraps his feathers for all to see.
A display to Dazzle
As he sashays in a Circle.
What a Pose ! What a Stance !!
Send him to set afire the Red Carpet in Cannes !
Varsha, what a lovely poem ! Me too, thought of Cannes. I guess the peacock is an absolute performer...
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thanks : Suranga ..
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