The peacocks


Peacocks sweep the family's room,
using the plumage as a broom.
But dust is brighter far,
then any colors are,
and all about their plumage
in cling. In colorful designs
of eyes and rings,
and that is why they
strut around and spread
their feathers out.
A feather ocean made out
of eyes.
With pretty green and
ocean blue in cling,
with eyes of rings.
Pride in his eyes.
Pretty blue rings in cling.
Eyes of rings
A plumage for thee.
With sweet black eyes.

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