Peahen Poems - Poems about Peahen

plain peahens step aside as the peacocks strut into the barnyard they do a little mating dance, preening, showing off, being male if I had those beautiful feathers, I would be jazzier than any of them! The other peahens laugh at little brown, the youngest peahen. We all talked like that at one time, an older peahen told her. I...

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He was the top of the mark. Puffed up and proud. Nothing was as beautiful. He strutted so loud. We peahens were askance At his arrogant dance. He made us all sick As he made his pick. The peahen that was chosen Was the one who said she’d never go. We all heard her giggling. She is such a ho....

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Pretty peacocks parade puffy plumage, painted peach, pink, purple... Patterns preview picturesque poses, pleasing peahens' passion. Peacocks' plumage presents protection, potential predators pass promptly....

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I shall fan you out with my feathered tail Strutting and preening Pointedly marching my peacock toes You will be amazed and faint at my feet For I am a male, and this is what peahens do You will be overcome with my glorious plumage My gorgeous blue and green feathers with pops of gold My beauty will astound you, and...

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A queen Or not a queen; The glamour of peahen Which other bird of the forest Can brag?...

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Passions of a Peahen “Love”; said the Peacock “Asks many things of you; “Should you in your plumed and feathered finery “Feel the deep shades colour “And a thousand eyes “Spread vibrant, valiant “To look at you “Questioning dark blue, green shimmer, purple wave “And violet sigh “To stand forth “And display “Attest to what loves animal courtship “Sires in your veins “Do you contain this courageous, asked the...

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