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.
Copyright © thriveni c mysore | Year Posted 2024
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