I’m still working on self-imposed drawing assignments, the latest one being a study of peacocks. You may (or may not) recall that I did a painting of a peacock in my youth as a wedding gift for my sister, but didn’t bother to look at a photo of one. I’m trying to redeem myself from that sad little episode. I learned a lot about peafowl along the way and decided to write a poem about them. It is the way. (Ha ha – you’d have to have seen the Mandalorian to get that).
A Peafowl Romance
The peahen picks her husband,
By looking at his train.
Bedazzled by his jewel-spots,
She doesn’t think him vain.
He proudly spreads his fan,
And sings his raucous song.
He know she finds him handsome,
(And of course, she is not wrong).
The peacock and the peahen
Begin their happy life,
She doesn’t seem to notice,
She’s not his only wife.
The peahen sits on the nest,
While hubby roosts in a tree.
Only four short weeks later…
…and peachick makes three!
I’m taking requests if you have a suggestion for my next study in drawing.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning. Or not.
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