Turning a corner in the castle garden
We were dazzled by fireworks flaring
at noon;
A Sultan Peacock, flaunting his feathers,
Out patrolling his patch of lawn.
Meanwhile a bevy of elegant Peahens
Eyed this extravagance with sedate self
interest,
Sideways glances
Meaning far more than he could know.
We turned towards the shade of the castle;
His cries shrieked brazen, hierarchic commands.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
12th. - 14th.May 2023.
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