The Dance of Jealousy

“The sight of a feather in a peacock’s tail, whenever I gaze at it, makes me feel sick.” – Charles Darwin With his train of covert feathers Fanned like a protractor, a Peacock stepped slowly Turning to catch right ray of light And holding on still, to be better judged By the alert single peahen Another peacock mustered up Gazing intensely ahead, Gracefully moving, carrying The weight of his trail effortlessly. Two males startled each other By the dance of jealousy, held Their gaze focused while Shaking, rattling & shivering The choosy peahen left. The Dance stopped, their Jealousy too.