Peacock Poppy
Peacock Poppy, unearthed from the ground
Many did he copy, the robin’s way around
Many tweedles did he tweet–more than any other bird
Poor Peacock Poppy just wanted to be heard
Peacock Poppy, fluttering with sound
His wings so floppy, they hardly speak a pound
Many clouds did he circle–more than any other preen
Poor Peacock Poppy just wanted to be seen
Peacock Poppy, clawing a meal he found
His prey still fresh, all plump and round
Many birds did he lure in–more than his flock alone
Poor Peacock Poppy just wanted to be known
Copyright © Samanta Fuller | Year Posted 2023
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