The Peacock
A voice to tell us it’s there.
Footsteps that confirm our belief.
Couches to observe from.
Food for it to eat.
Whispers to marvel at the greatness.
The head that watches from the door.
Wondering about the things inside.
A small breeze that affects no one.
To remind us that it’s still outside.
For while we watch.
The peacock stays outside.
This is a really cool poem and it gives a kind of eerie feel almost. This was really well written!
ReplyDeleteThis is super cool, I agree its sort of an eerie feel. I really like this!
ReplyDeleteThis sets the scene really well and is really interesting. I too think that it gives of a kind of eerie feel. Great poem!
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