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 fernShaded 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
