The Peacock
The abstract hues,
The merging colours.
The confounding cry,
So regal,
Strutting with its head high.
The complexity of its almond eyes,
Never fail to mesmerize.
Its piercing majesty,
The facile expression,
And its purposeful stride,
They always hypnotise.
Its beauty never ceases to amaze.
And if it’s proud to confound,
It has a reason sound.
Copyright © Atya Tasneem | Year Posted 2015
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