Seen in Winchester today
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The Peacock
She listened to the telephone that rang
But did not answer it; stiffly she sat
Beside the sofa, on the wall, and that
Was where I found her, where the pictures hang
In various frames - but none as curious
Or perfect in design or subtle shape:
Whose wings are black beneath and thin as crepe;
Unfolding, eyed with blue and glorious!
I fetched a plastic box to put her in
And carried her down to the garden shed
Then left her in a corner fluttering
To sleep the winter long alone instead.
When spring returns we’ll look to see her fly
Among the nettles and then she will die.
© IMB