Most people have dirty little
Secrets that they hope no one
Ever finds out about. They can
Hear the rattling in the closet to
Remind them that they are still
There. That person constantly
Fears the skeletons will jump
Out of the closet and start
Talking.
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.
Wordman of Alcatraz 