Yesterday
after an absence of more than year
the peacock showed up.
As if no time has passed.
Sitting on the terrace wall
soft tockling noises
peeking through the kitchen window:
When will the food come.?
A piece of dry bread.
And off he comes
clumsy and quick.
In the late noon sun
An explosion of blue green hue
pecking at a crust
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