Dance Of The Peacock

That proud tilt of the head, a crest on it,

He struts around in his realm, arrogant.

Shyly and coyly he pecks at a worm

Making his kaleidoscopic hues glint.

The turquoise chromatic feathers shimmer

When he steps delicately, daintily

Over the pebbles and twigs that litter.

He seems to glide over them in his prance.

Cocking his head he listens to the breeze

That whispers the message of the heavens.

Then as if in magnificence unleashed

He unfurls his feathers, shakes them to spread.

Unmindful of the audience he bows

To the songs of nature and dances.

As if obeying some celestial command

The peacock enthralls all the elements.