A white peacock twirls
in an old, red dairy shed,
his dance ancient, new.
He wrestles the wind
and the dust of the old shed,
to be absolute!
A white peacock twirls
in an old, red dairy shed,
his dance ancient, new.
He wrestles the wind
and the dust of the old shed,
to be absolute!
He is absolutely magnificent!
Lovely!
The world’s close to war
Yet your bird seems oblivious.
We gaze the wrong way.
Stunning!
wow I love the display… must be magnificent to see close up….
wanted to comment on your blog “Another person dies” but for some unknown reason… probably the internet it would not let me… just wanted to say how sad that must be… yet as I get older it is beginning to dawn on me that time is running out… beginning to feel my age, specially when I’m burying my friends…
Such lovely images and words, Julie. Have a good weekend. xx
Wow!
You are so clever matching such words and pictures.
I love the photos with the tail feathers in full display – how wonderful to have that in your back yard.
I am lucky.
Amazing!
A fine series of pictures (and nifty verses too).
Thanks Tom.
Beautiful bird.
Wow, what great photos. And haiku, or two. 🙂
Ha!
SOOOOOOO beautiful. Thank you.
He is a bit of a show-off during spring!
spectacular!
Such a striking bird!
He loves himself!
Yes, definitely spectacular.
(I still can’t get over seeing a white peacock on your blog – I’m so used to the multi-coloured kind).
He is such a show-off!
Spectacular fan dance! Fun haiku!
Thanks Linda!