The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

Flaunt

Manchester, 8th May 2018

For some its a time, to say

Look at me

As the peacocks and peahens , strut their stuff

Until the departure of jack frost, they were quite – “Reserved”

Now they fluff their feathers, on the Northern shore

Till their preening catches a prospective mates eye

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