Peacock Problems
Peacocks may look exotic
With their colourful display
But the reality is not all roses
In the cold hard light of day
Here they wander wild
They really are a blight
Loudly screaming 'HELP!'
In the middle of the night
Peering in the windows
Admiring their reflections
Leaving deposits on the deck
Ready for your inspection
Eating everything in the garden
And trampling on the rest
They say a group of peacocks is called...
an ostentation
a pride
a muster
a party
a pulchritude
a bevy
.... But I'll just call them a pest!
Copyright © Julie Draper | Year Posted 2023
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