I never saw a peacock fly
before I saw one on my roof
and though I haven't seen
that many, I thought I
had seen enough
To speak with some authority
about the way that peacocks
travel, which as far as I knew,
always was on sand and gravel
Their regal nature and the beauty
of their plumes make them one of
nature's wonders, and whenever
I see one, I always stop and wonder
I guess that's why I thought
that peacocks just don't fly
They don't need to hurry,
and never seem to worry,
so they parade along
and let their admirers
marvel at all their splendor
So I was surprised to see
a peacock on my roof,
it surely didn't climb
and there was
no rope or ladder,
but then I heard wings
flapping just above my head
it was another peacock
who went to join his friend
I guess they liked the view
and I learned something new
That even though I would
surely fly, instead of walk,
stretching my legs to
strut my stuff
might be better
if I were a peacock