Two peacock photos taken at two different friends’ houses.
It’s not my fault I look so fine,
My feathers seem so proud,
But deep inside this heart of mine,
No vanity’s allowed.
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Looks Aren’t Everything
As Easter time is drawing near,
With menus contemplated,
I feel I’ve nothing much to fear,
My life is consecrated.
The turkey and the piggie’s hams,
Are not as worry free,
They’re eaten with a plate of yams,
While I watch from my tree.
In India, I’m semi wild,
I am the national bird,
I am protected like a child,
To harm me is absurd.
And yet, some farmer’s love me not,
Because I eat their grain,
They poison me and hope I rot,
To never eat again.
My feathers bright, a detriment,
They draw the danger in,
But always it’s my sentiment,
My beauty lies within.
And this is why I like to be,
In Czechia far away,
A lady there loves only me,
So this is where I’ll stay.
She feeds me walnuts, seeds, and grain,
She sweeps away the snow,
I live a life of bliss, no pain,
Now I know where to go.
I serenade her with my call,
I guard her house all times,
My cry is loud and heard by all,
She need not fear for crimes.
Penny for Your Thoughts
My friend who has the house where the peacocks visit, sent me some more photos that he snapped with his phone, so I thought I’d share them with you.
Here we are, folks. Remember me? I’m Patrick on the left, and I’ve brought five of my friends. Next to me from left to right, we have Percival, Parker, Penny, Paxton, and Preston. I think Preston got into the overripe, fermenting mountain ash berries. You can see that his head is a bit blurry.
Notice that Penny has a paler face than the rest of us and her neck feathers are more green than blue. She has a light brown back and even lighter underside.
Being the older male, I’m sort of in charge of the show. My fan of tailfeathers is way better than that of any others here. When I go up to Penny and show her my fan, with all the beautiful “eyes” on the feathers, I can tell she’s impressed. I shiver the fan just like I’ve seen ladies do with their handheld fans on a hot day at the opera. She nearly swoons when I do that.
All the boys want pretty Penny,
But she just wants me.
My impressive fan has many
Eyes for her to see.
When I spread my fanning glory,
And I show my train,
All those eyes will tell the story
That I’m not so plain.
I must have two hundred eyes,
Marked upon my train,
When I shiver Penny sighs,
“I love you,” again.
Patrick Peacock
While visiting friends, we were surprised to see this peacock at their door. He lives in their neighbourhood and sometimes our friends put food out for him, so he comes to visit once in a while. I asked my friend to snap a quick picture with his phone, and here we have it.
Patrick Peacock feels at home,
For a meal, no need to roam,
Here he has a special dish,
“Keep it full.” That is his wish.
“Oh, but look, some people came,
Some old friends, they look the same
As they did some time ago,
One or two more wrinkles though.
I’ll sit still, so poised and cool,
Long as they obey the rule,
Just don’t scare me, or I’ll run,
Then you would have no more fun.”
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