Peacock

This poem was written by @ell and @lucandsurprise

So much choice
So many mates
So little time
I can't be late
They spread there glory
Before my eyes
There beautiful feathers
Are my prize
Gorgeous gold
Passionate blue
Sparkling greens
Of every hue
They all want me
But who do I want
I have the power
They do not cower
They are confident
And unblemished
But who will stand out
Whose plumage will win
This fight
Who will win without a doubt
They are all so beautiful
But as I pass by
One particular catches my eye
He stands with so much pride
I would have lied
If I said he was not the most beautiful of the lot
His feathers are so spectacular and bright
I can barely believe this sight
He stands taller than the rest
He is definitely the best