The Strutting Peacock

THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).

THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL

THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.

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Clear the way! he's coming by

Feathers prinked and standing high.

Step aside! make way for him

Strutting out, upright and prim.

With his nose high in the air

Gazing here, there ~ everywhere;

Wending forward, left then right,

Proming on, he's such a sight.

He spies his girlfriend in the kale,

He heads her way and fans his tale.

A thousand eyes appear to see...

But she has only eyes for he.

He inches close in his best livery,

Her knees go weak and shaky-shivery.

She clucks-a-cluck to clear her throat

As she admires his vibrant coat.

She waits for him to firstly speak

Before she opens her own beak.

He finds the spiel (as suitors do),

Resplendent there in peacock blue.

He hopes there'll be no stormy weather,

He stretches down and plucks a feather.

She takes the gift, it makes her colour,

He's acting like a true bird puller.

Then the farmer comes along

Chirping out his merry song.

Scattering corn replete and free

In a peahen's world - time for tea.

               ASJ