Julie Draper Poet Rhyme

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!

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Yann Rolland May 24, 2023 at 12:51 AM peacocks are wonderful, but, they disturb in many ways, the environment, that is a very inspiring poem, enjoyed yann

Gary Radice May 23, 2023 at 4:02 AM Hi Julie. I really enjoyed reading your poem. I often wonder why both the male and female peacocks are called peacocks. I remember seeing one fly a short distance once and hadn't realised that they could fly. See what's happened here? Your poem has me talking peacocks now. I'm off to google them :) Cheers - Gary

Kim Rodrigues May 22, 2023 at 4:10 PM A different take on those pesky peacocks :)