Parading through my unkempt garden,
hooting and playing with joy
the family with the mother on lead
pecks and picks the worms on the way
while the father dances atop the attic
spreading out its colourful feathers
cooing with love, a signal to the wife
bidding her to come near.
Proximity, to human, animals as well as birds
one of man and wife, being universal,
whatever be the age, as seen
and heard in the peacock’s call
I am fortunate to perceive
a picturesque presentation
more or less a scenically
gorgeous visual that unfolds
every morning,
The intimacy, subtle and chaste
creates a beatitude, hard
to express.