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THE PEACOCK'S CALL
I saw their footprints on the damp ground As they looked yearningly to the sky Waiting for a reason to sing their songs And bid the dreaded summer goodbye
The sky darkened, yet like a miser Opened not the string of its purse To share with them that life giving nectar So that they may dance to its unheard verse
They called out in their harsh voices Crying out I know not what all Their young racing around bemused At the nostalgia of their pitiful call
Their feathers all bunched together Not fanned out in mesmerizing grandeur Bewildered that the rains meant to pour Had perhaps lost way in their endeavor
They cried for rain to nurture them I cry out silently for what I know not The wheel of life still keeps spinning As each prays for a rejuvenation of their lot…
~Glowing Embers~
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