Peacock

Oh peacock,
you twirl your feathers so.
You prance
and you dance;
you seem to think
you know what you know.
But were you able to see
all you pretend to see,
you might be more inclined
to be as I looking on.
Not just a pretty bird,
a spectator of the show.
You’d see your promenade
as a mere disguise from
all that you hide inside.

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