My First Encounter With The Peacock
The peacock,
He comes,
Knocks at the window
I am gazing out of.
Asks me what I am seeing.
I say a talking peacock.
The peacock smiles and asks for beedies.
I don’t have a pack here,
My wife has it, and
She has gone to the movies.
The displeased peacock
Stamps the ground.
Wait,
Don’t be angry.
I have some potato salad in the fridge.
He says, okay.
I whistle a song
In the orange of the sky.
He eats my dinner.
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