In a home walled on three sides
the fourth partly protected
allows a flow of traffic.
Sitting on the raised platform
I greet a peacock accompanied
by his wife and three peachicks
They stray through the greenery.
The male flaunts the feathers
dances. Creates a fantastic posture,
seems a painting in turquoise,
while his better half coos with love
goes around him in adoration.
Hounds barge in all in a sudden
Snarl, attack the the dancer’s tribe.
who take flight.
They dig the ground,
behave atrocious,
cause a mess of the place.
After an interval, I hear
a flutter, witness a jump
from pillar to post. The monkey
snatches the magazine from me.
Am surrounded by a gibberish chatter.
Terrified I rush inside.
come out after an hour.
Find the cows grazing.
It is serene. Tranquillity.
The stream, I perceive,
differs from the vehicular where
smoke permeates, din pervades.
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