Amplitude

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