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.
When my father took my
Two sisters and me fishing
At the local lake, we spent
A lot of time watching the
Bobber on the end of our
Bamboo poles. They rarely
Moved. Our dad tried to
Cheer us up by saying we
Were drowning worms.
That made my youngest
Sister cry. Those were the
Good old days we look
Back on and laugh.
Wordman of Alcatraz 