Peacock

Colorful and bright,
What a beautiful sight.
Fierce, yet tender.
Soft,
And light.

Moving so swiftly,
Yet maintaining all grace.
Accompanying you so sweetly,
Is your well-distinguished mate.

Feathers so intricate,
Detailed with lace.
If life were about beauty,
You’d win the race.

A million glaring eyes in your feather span,
Reach out from your tail fan.
Staring at your lovers and enemies,
You tell them to run while they can.

All the while,
Intimidating them with your splendor,
Beauty,
And exquisiteness.





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