w c

Peacock Watcher

Peacock Watcher


He served as a prized watchdog

And he didn’t miss a thing

He was beautiful as he strutted

And detected everything


Each step there was measured

With his tail feathers wide

So many colors mixed together

And oh so many eyes


He was the greatest of the fowl

And reigned up in a tree

He would roost there many hours

And practiced his echoing


He was beautiful pageantry

With the turkey a distant second

He won the contest hands down

With no others there contesting


Unlike the turkeys and the chickens

He wasn’t a main course planned

And he could strut proud and long

The most beautiful in the land



  • orchidee

    Good write wc.

    • w c

      Thanks orchidee!

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