Fair Peacock

A poem about the Peacock's beauty and pride.

Flamboyantly clad,
Feathers arranged in an astonishing
array of colours,
distinctively seen,
brightest of all,
and uniquely adorned for
a century's wedlock in
a bird's haven.
That is I, the Peacock.
The angel with elegance that you
crave for.
An epitome of standards coveted by
models fair.
Endowed by nature with neither
mascara nor lipstick.
But having features elusive that
pageants in a lifetime ache for.

Author's Note

The Peacock's pride

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A very nice, descriptive tribute to the inimitable peacock, the fashion statement of the animal kingdom. They truly don't need mascara or lipstick. Rock stars should be so fortunate.