NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 24, a Peacock Poem
Pretty Birds; You woke me
Beautiful, many colored coats
But oh what a screech you do make
When you're below my window sill
Walking down the street to my house
Early morning, day is dawning
Came to my house ready to yell
But you flew the coop late last night
Reveled the night away and now
Now at my house waking the dead
Send you home for your daily groom
Now pretty bird, please for next time
Please don't come so doggone early _ _ _ _ _
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- Photo and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
- Photo: "Peacock at Magnolia Garden, SC" by Margaret at her post today, linked below
- I'm linked with Margaret at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, “Artistic Interpretations - Beauty”, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/artistic-interpretations-beauty.html
- The instructions from Margaret:
- "For today's challenge, write about "beauty" or the symbolism that represents one of the most beautiful birds of creation, the Peacock - keeping in mind not all the myths, superstitions, folktales, and beliefs are necessarily "beautiful"."
- Margaret has in her post, linked above, references to others who wrote of the beauty of the Peacock. You might wish to check some of those out if you have time, also listen to video she found. My favorite is found by clicking on the word 'HERE' in her line, "HERE is a fascinating link - A few excerpts from the link are:" It will take you to Minnie Mathews' research post, The Peacock in Myth, Legend, and 19th Century History. Or you can graze the few excerpts she has posted.
- My poem is relived from true experiences back in the 80's and 90's when we lived in Friendswood, Texas. A neighbor down the street kept a coop having a pair of peacocks. Their stay was almost part time as they could escape the coop, or they would get loose and be forgotten to be locked up for the night. Invariably they would then sleep on top of their house and/or go wandering through the neighborhood, seemingly seeking us out for waking up to feed them. Their call was the most awful screech you could imagine.
Labels: Birds, Jim's Life, NaPoWriMo 2017, Poem, Real Toads, Syllabic Form
8 Comments:
You need your beauty sleep too 🐇🐰😊😊
Nice write Jim
Much love...
Well they do say the early bird wakes the jim...or something like that ;)
They are a noisy alarm. Thanks again for visiting my blog, even going way back to the beginning. Yes, poetry is my thing. :)
Heehee. And they're NOISY, too!
Yes, sadly the beauty does not extend to their vocals – at least, not to human ears.
I love this!
please for next time
Please don't come so doggone early
For all their 'faults' one still maintains a soft spot for them!
Hank
I HEAR you - we had peacocks living about 1/2 mile down the road - I came to love their call though (but not right outside my window -that's the difference!)
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