I am the Peacock

the beautiful bride

of the bird kingdom.

I am in no doubt

fairer than the Cock,

for I dwarf its pride

with feathers that standout.

I am the Peacock

who desires serfdom

from the bird kingdom,

for I long to usurp

the title of king

from the strong eagle

who soars atop

with its air-borne wings.

Though fit as fiddle

with an awesome strength,

gliding the sky's length

at a blistering pace,

yet dreaded for a face

that is void of grace.

I am the Peacock,

the elegantly clad.

Humans would be mad

to contend with me,

for shame you would see

if unclad they be.