Arrogance And Vanity
I heard a Peacock boast — aloud —
Of Feathers — finer — than the Cloud —
He preened — before the Mirror — wide —
And found — himself — Deified —
He passed the Sparrow — in the lane —
With not a nod — nor hint of pain —
Oblivion — his only peer —
Except — the Echo — in his ear —
He climbed — a Twig — of borrowed Grace —
And shook — when Wind disturbed his Place —
For Pride — is brittle — as a Star —
That dazzles — but — does not go far —
The wiser Owls — in dusky Trees —
Surveyed — his Fall — with silent ease —
And whispered — “Dust — resumes — with breeze.”
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