Poem: ‘Peacocks’
A.E. Stallings, 7 October 2021
I speak to the unbeautiful of this bird. James Merrill
The peacock thinks he can’t be seen:Stealthily towards the cat-food bowlHe stalks, while I’m behind the screenCoffee in hand: peacock patrol.More blue than the Saronic, green
As bristles...