She'd not been round for weeks... <br />We thought she'd gone <br />as suddenly as she'd appeared <br />that morning <br />just before Christmas <br />when our hearts had lifted <br />at the sight of her. <br /> <br />And then this morning... <br />There she was again, <br />walking briskly along the dusty road <br />as if she owned the place <br />and beside her <br />a perfect replica <br />(quarter size) <br />a little pea-chick <br />following his mother like a shadow. <br /> <br />So I was right... <br />That passionate percussion <br />of summer honking <br />was indeed the prelude <br />to a new composition. <br /> <br />I suppose we'd better call her <br />Mrs. P from now on?<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peacock-story-4-quarter-size/
