Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Moral of the Proud Peacock

I shall fan you out with my feathered tail
Strutting and preening 
Pointedly marching my peacock toes
You will be amazed and faint at my feet
For I am a male, and this is what peahens do
You will be overcome with my glorious plumage
My gorgeous blue and green feathers with pops of gold
My beauty will astound you, and break you down
You will melt like a snow cone at my feet.

The plain brown peahen rolled her eyes.
She was astounded by his modesty of course.
And by his pompous arrogance.
She could live the rest of her life without this in her life.
She walked off, never to return to this barnyard.
Where there was only one peacock.
Who lived the rest of his life not understanding why she had left.
Not realizing how annoying and vain he was.
Moral of the story: You do not have to say every thought in your head

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L Milton Hankins October 9, 2021 at 9:30 AM That peacock had everything but good sense! Of course, they do this, you know. There are some beautiful peacocks at James Monroe's home down the road from Monticello in Charlottesville, Virginia, but they are sassy and have been known to attack. Caren Krutsinger October 10, 2021 at 5:43 AM They are fun to watch - primping and preening all prissy like.

Shirley Hawkins October 8, 2021 at 10:35 PM Nothing like blowing your own trumpet. Thank goodness it fell on deaf ears. I could just image it pointedly marching with peacock toes.... really amused me. Thank you, Caren Caren Krutsinger October 10, 2021 at 5:43 AM Thank you Shirley