As the peacock gracefully roamed,
Many heads would turn as it’s plate of illusion was lifted,
Then it’s crown would sit perched.
As it shows off, many people would glance,
And watch such pride and beauty,
As it takes big deep strides into mating territory.
Eyes would lift as the magnificent heads float in mid-air,
As it’s emerald and gold cape is lifted,
As choices are made the king is left with no partner.
And so the magnificent creature slowly fades,
You see him slumped,
As he looks away, back to his home,
For yet another season.
aatey he shuruuu
