Peacock

I have seen the colors on your neck in glistening sapphires
and emeralds share the light on your tail.

Your cry reminds me of sad mourning
and your eyes belie and ancient wisdom.

Beautiful bird decked in finery
and crowned with a feathered tuft,
Isn't it rough
to look like royalty
when you live like a peasant.

You carry yourself so well
one must assume your life pleasant.

Pecking at the ground, nibbling on seeds
indeed you are royal and rich
because you trust
life
meets your needs.