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by S. Pelham Flood

An ostentation of peacocks
paraded their plumage
down the street adjacent to my villa.
Pompously strutting,
the cocks shook their tail feathers
in my face, setting me in a trance.

Fascinated—
I watch them sashay from afar,
an incantation luring my heart.
(A magnificent show of pizzazz.)

Thousands of eyes meet mine—
fowl eyes, feather eyes, his eyes.

He’s top cock all the way
down the street, exhibiting his obnoxious mating call
(an arcane ability to speak fluently in Pomp.)

But it’s his eyes I never forget.
He only has two
but they are radiant and more beautiful
than any showy pageant

of peacock plumage.

11/07/2004

Posted on 02/11/2005
Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood

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