7 November 2012
Feathers out wide, Wearing a green crown. Beauty to the eye, As the bird stands proud.
His head up high, His stance, stands tall. His sights for the sky, As he bellows his call.
His girl creeps by, She owns, subtle feather. And she's still shy, Of being seen together.
The magnificent bird, Then lowers his pride. And with no single word, He kisses his bride.
The couple now wed, And truly in love. Their hearts wrapped in thread, Tied together by a dove.
Lord Peacock • Opuss № I