King Of Many Colours Poem by Micah Krahn

by Micah Krahn

Embodied in a vast blue elegant vested cloak, his tuxedo of many colours defines his beauty.
His splendor is something to behold. Strutting humbly alternately scouring the ground for earthy
edibles. It is here where the peacock struts.

Feathered in luxurious nobility, this king majestic in all his charm hypnotizes anything in its path.
Greatly admired for his distinctive iridescent coattails making him irreplaceable among the fowls of
original origin, it is here where the peacock struts.

His homeland originates from Africa to North America. Alluring his queen with bizarre mating rituals
is where the peacock struts.

Incredible display of affection for his mate, he will never have another mate like her, with her nestled
beside him, is where the peacock struts.

Jubilant passion exuberates from the love struck fowl, is where the peacock struts.
Known for laying between four and five eggs, their speckled shelled offspring will often call home in
tropical rain forest trees. Lavishly roosting high above the dangers far below is where the peacock struts.

Mother knows what is best for her young, not far from the nestlings is where the peacock struts.

Nestled and where its warm and cozy; the eggs begin to move as they start to hatch. Of all the love surrounded
in one nesting, their chicks emerge in light fluffy ivory colour.

Part of the family now is where all the peacocks strut their brilliance.