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.

Weeping Willow

In the spring

This tree has

A thousand myriad

Branches, tender gold shoots

Softer than silk.

In this wild unpeopled field

Who does this willow belong to?