Peacock Lives


Peacock lives we seek to create

Our inner compulsion innate

A search for significance we can’t control

The urge to improve on our fate


We seek jewelled feathers, replacements for dun

Sidelong in the mirror we glance

We yearn to look elegant (outward at least)

Move graceful in humankind’s dance


No charm in our brown and beige can we discern

No sparkle, no glamour, no sheen

We move surreptitiously, noticed by none

No presence, dull plumage to preen


Yet, light on our café au lait would reveal

The riches of mocha and cream

Atonal complexity, ours if we knew,

Already the birds of our dream


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