Sunday, March 3, 2013


Peacock struts upon the strip
Pectorals spread wide
Magnificent in self-possession

It isn’t even ego, its just
Innate confidence
Transcendent poise

Peacock’s truly puzzled if he
Doesn’t draw all
Eyes to his display

The stomp and bother
Shaking of the blade, the
Thrum of concentration

But he’ll fence, regardless of regard
Intimidating with his dance
His aureate display

In myth, his species bears the gods to battle
Immune to cobra’s venom, inured to viper’s bite
Gaudy plumage doesn’t mean he cannot fight

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