I almost ran over a peacock while driving
this morning, as he slowly crossed the street
in front of oncoming traffic, leaving illusory
images of turquoise and emerald green feathers
floating unrestrained in front of my car hood, flowing
up toward a bird heaven.
The green and blue hues of his plume were spoiled
by a splash of liquid red, a natural source of color,
gained in an unnatural way. But do not worry for all is well,
Mr. Peacock still lives on to face another day and another
unskilled attempt on his life.
this morning, as he slowly crossed the street
in front of oncoming traffic, leaving illusory
images of turquoise and emerald green feathers
floating unrestrained in front of my car hood, flowing
up toward a bird heaven.
The green and blue hues of his plume were spoiled
by a splash of liquid red, a natural source of color,
gained in an unnatural way. But do not worry for all is well,
Mr. Peacock still lives on to face another day and another
unskilled attempt on his life.
