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.
As soon as we are hatched out
Of our eggs and leave the nest
We get our wings and learn
How to fly
First we take short trips that
Scare us and tire us
But our curiosity and desire
To see what is out there
Urges us to soar to the heights
And look down at the world
We live in
Wordman of Alcatraz 