Oh pretty peacock,
why perch you thus,
so haggard and so woebegone,
upon the wooden rail?
Is it that recent hail
has bombarded your skinny body
and left you primping your wet feathers
with a cold beak?
Or is it perhaps
that your bonnie mate (too late)
has left to nest elsewhere
after last month's lusty cacophony.
I'd like to invite you into my warm house.
But sadly I have two hungry cats…
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peacock-story-10-oh-pretty-peacock/
