NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 24, a Peacock Poem

Pretty Birds; You woke me 

 

You woke me up again today

Beautiful, many colored coats

But oh what a screech you do make

When you're below my window sill

 

Pretty boy and girl, travel in pairs

Walking down the street to my house

Early morning, day is dawning

Came to my house ready to yell

 

"Pretty bird," as Polly would say 

But you flew the coop late last night

Reveled the night away and now

Now at my house waking  the dead

 

I'll call your mother, she will fetch
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 

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  - also to Day Twenty-four of NaPoWriMo,  http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-3/

  - 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.