The Rooster and the Peacock

On a lower branch of a crooked mango tree , Flapping wings and shining tail , in charge Perched the happy rooster steady and free, Intending to view his surroundings at large , And announced sharp : cock- a- doodle - doo : ' Know that after all the world is mine too '. From the cloudy grey sky , like an alien Descended a peacock in all blue and green , Jiggling crest and dangling super-tail in wont mien And in proud stance began afresh to preen , Intimidating the little aborigine with a scream Aloud to defy all and claim to be supreme Minutes lapsed before the ice was broken As the intruder in a half- friendly way said , Poising : '' Of what entity are you a token.. '' Your feathers are but greenish black and red ; '' Yet is there pride in quarrels and crowing vanity , '' To end up as a delicacy for the humanity '' . The other lost his temper and did thus retort : ' Perhaps you know not how they relish ' Even their drinks , naming my tail smart ; 'And more , their menu we do, forever replenish ; 'For sporting too ,each kills the other with spur , ' Truly a cringing thing to shame and abhor ' . Amused , the artiste with the left foot Straightened the talons and popped down in style And as the clouds became heavy and acute , With feathers blue, green and brown, the while , Shining in full bloom and span, danced: a spell ! Rhythm, quiver and numerous eyes - a marvel ! Thus went the rival feats of the fowls twain While from behind the thick foliage unseen , A cuckoo began its sweet song in pitched strain To match the mood and melody - abstract and keen ; Somewhere in the distance the grey clouds began To jump down in drizzles and droplets to scan .