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.
The weekend is a time to
Unwind from the stresses
And strains of the week
And do the things you
Want to do. You can be
Yourself, sleep late and
Not do anything if you
Want to. The weekend
Is your time. If work
Calls, let it go to
Voicemail.
There is nothing more calming
And peaceful than a walk in a
Garden. Shade from the trees
And chirping birds create a
Atmosphere of blissful quiet.
Time spent sitting on a bench
With the one you love is time
You both wish would last
Forever.
Wordman of Alcatraz 