I saw him through the kitchen window -
resplendent in turquoise blue,
emerald train erect -
a hundred eyes thrumming.
She stood nearby,
pecking the dirt.
He circled her in a slow foxtrot,
his tail vibrating in rhythmical pulses -
like a dozen brushes
stroking a dozen drums.
She walked about
seemingly oblivious to his amorous advances
(I do believe I saw her yawn) .
Suddenly a small dog broke the spell
barking happily.
The peacock shrugged his feathers,
lowered his extravagant tail
and sauntered off.
His female companion took no notice.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peacock-story-7-interrupted-courtship/
