Air-Conditioning

We all love our air-conditioning.
When it stops working, we break
Out in a sweat. We call someone
To fix it. And we drink cold drinks,
Eat ice cream, whatever it takes
To get cool. God bless the
Repairman.

The Peacock

Out of nowhere a beautiful
Peacock showed up in our
Quiet little neighborhood.
It struts around with its
Rainbow of feathers all
Spread out. It has this call
That sounds like someone’s
Being murdered. It won’t
Let anybody near–it might
Chase them anyway.