The Peacock's Visit Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Hidden in our houses we stayed
Leaving the garden empty
So a young peacock came
Assured of its own safety

Round the bushes it roamed
Searched the shady corners
While two feet followed it
To click some nice pictures

Soon aware of the danger
Up into the tree it flew
And perched on the highest branch
Surveying the land in view

A painting of the delicate leaves
On the canvas of the pale blue sky
The silhouette of the beautiful bird
With its slender blue-green neck

The orange feathers on its belly
Glistened in the pale sun rays
The blue-green plumes looked dark
As it spread its wings to fly

Shuttered in our houses we stayed
In the midst of the pandemic
God sent His messenger
To mend our broken spirit