I play see-saw with my gentle peacock
I see, he saw
Spread feathers shimmer hues
Fly us around o'er mountain tops
I say call gentle drops
I hee, he falls
On me speck goose bumps
Cry us around slower like shepherd flocks
I spot eye spots on tail plumes
I sleep, he bores
Handsome trains and blues
Shy us around sober without pop of corks
I ought to sit with my pea Humes
I sip, he straws
All still on the parks
Die us into previous scenes
- Author: Osei Zion (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 26th, 2022 09:43
- Comment from author about the poem: My peacock is handsome, gentle, and friendly.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 34
Comments1
A fine write and pic Osei.
Thanks
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