A rare visit....

Impressed with the white peacock at a visit to our local "Old Goats Farm" in Orting WA, I was moved to write about her.  I was unable to get a good photo while there, so this is not the actual gal I saw, but very similar.  It's Open Link Night at dversepoets.comdverse.com    

She perches above the heavenly berm,
a silent mossy clover landing place,
mistress of woodland's trillium and fern
Shaded glens where she preens 
her billowy lace skirt of feathers
flowing away from 
her gracefully turned bosom and torso,
onto the goat mowed lawn, blue-green;
freely roaming it's gardens-
mixed blasts of colorful blooms
lean into waving purple blues 
of columbine and iris

Knotted trees magically anchor
the ground against nature's chartreuse
and blue-grey leaves,
Birdsong spans the air 
as she glides
in her training white down comforter 
wedding gown


Crested on her temple, 
bobbling antennae attest
to her 'everyday a queen' countenance -
quail-like face and modest neck 
suggest delicate elegance -
belied by her shrill shriek
as she calls to her mate
She spreads her half moon
ornate plumage for show, 
proudly signalling coded messages
with every multiplied eyed feather

Legend has it she descended
from Venus as 
guardian and protector - 
A flightless breed,
she nests 
according to the rains
 
She's poetry in motion - 
All season webbed feet to rely on,
she parades the landscape 
in view of her fellow constituents
to the other side of the farm -
five baby black ducklings lie low;
an admiring sapphire 
male peafowl
awaits her
 I gaze upon her as she unfurls her 
huge fan,
She honors us
in all her leucistic pageantry