Rain clouds
mask the skies,
a peacock opens
a thousand eyes
on his brilliant feathers,
his dancing skill
and mating calls shrill
invite a group of hens,
not with all
shall he mate,
now will he choose
His mate.
Recently we spent an evening in a farm house near Coimbatore. It was heavily clouded and drizzling. All of a sudden we could see a number of peacocks around the house, with their marvellous hind feathers spread sparkling and dancing.
Recently we spent an evening in a farm house in Coimbatore,
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