There was a peacock who couldnt sleep
He tossed and turned and counted sheep
But he could not find his happy place
Or find rest to soothe his pretty face
Oh you peacock, your feathers are bright
They are large, colorful, silky and light
They scare the other animals of the wild
Parents take pictures to give to their child
Oh you peacock, how we admire when you strut
Such elegance and charm only gods could construct
Look kindly on those beneath your feathers
Don't hold to yourself all your earthly treasures
Oh you Peacock, like a wild bear
Reign in your domain with care
Don't forget your long scarfs to share
Don't our imperfection to your perfection compare
9 comments:
You are hilarious, this poem is brilliant and I wonder, what in the world inspired you???
What happened to your obsession with squirrels?!!!! Do you they know that now you are singing odes to peacocks?!!! Ah, Davids! There is no limit to your talents!
I prefer peacocks to squirrels, squirels carry ticks and lymes disease. Peacocks are interesting creatures, we had tons of them in Arcadia (where I was born and raised). They make these weird noises kind of like roosters and they would make homes on our rooves sometimes.
No I think squirrels are amazingly interesting. They have more of a mystery to them, and they most certainly have a hidden culture. They look at us with mocking eyes.
David,
You are the peacock to my rooster. I cockadoodle-doo to you.
-E
Umm, no words for that.
I thank thee for the ode to my persona grata.
"Feathers and scarfs for everyone!!"
feathers and scarfs for everyone...thats great
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