We have a peacock
Grand Azurite the third
Even his name a flame
He fans his blaze of shine
To ladies throughout his realm

Whether cat, dog, 
Rooster, mare or hen
Or his sweet dame the same
He only wishes from all
A little bit of aloof admiration

Starts his day with a strut
Goes all day long looking 
For a fawning long gaze
Ends every given long day 
In mostly similar ways

He and his dame
Blissfully life spent thus far
Patiently eagerly waiting
For a brood of little ones
To teach to fan their flame

©  2017 Jim Davis