A pair of proud heads
pose
beak to beak

The spring sun winks from a cool sky.

The peahen peers at her regal mate
myopically,
hypnotically,
pecking him
provocatively
on the cheek.

The camellias smile with fat pink faces.

The peacock can’t believe his luck.
He stands trance-still,
crop full with desire,
train trailing long and limp
behind him.

Almond petals cover the grass in pink confetti.

I suddenly notice the time -
Crikey, I’m late for work!

Alison Cassidy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peacock-story-12-love-blossoms-on-a-spring-morning/