What do peacocks themselves Think of the way humans dress? We’ll have to guess at thoughts That they cannot express…

Do they think, I wonder, That coloured clothes are over-rated? Or do they, on the other hand Think them under-stated?

What do they feel When their own tails fall off? Do they pursue their romances Or think that they’ll call off?

Are they proud as peacocks When they can flaunt their tails? Does their pride take a beating When the feather-train falls off, and fails?

Or are the peacocks wiser than us? Do they know that a really good person Is about being good, not looking good… That beauty can spoil, and ugliness worsen?