The brilliant Peacocks fate is sealed
sprightly winds carry feathers afield
coloring each a different shade-
that which the Peacock's tear drops bade.
coming together in Peacocks delight.
The dance began in truest form:
A waltz perhaps
in quarter time-
maybe a foxtrot
light and quick?
But daylight shows where truth does lie-
For certain, the tango flew right by.
Coaxing the flame to life.
Bursts into a roaring tango.
Comforts this weary traveler.
even when it is necessary
or someone pulls the rug out
from under your heart.