A pair of proud heads <br />pose <br />beak to beak <br /> <br />The spring sun winks from a cool sky. <br /> <br />The peahen peers at her regal mate <br />myopically, <br />hypnotically, <br />pecking him <br />provocatively <br />on the cheek. <br /> <br />The camellias smile with fat pink faces. <br /> <br />The peacock can’t believe his luck. <br />He stands trance-still, <br />crop full with desire, <br />train trailing long and limp <br />behind him. <br /> <br />Almond petals cover the grass in pink confetti. <br /> <br />I suddenly notice the time - <br />Crikey, I’m late for work!<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peacock-story-12-love-blossoms-on-a-spring-morning/
