Percy the pretty peacock

Rules without a peer

He dazzles and fans his tail

Displays his front and then his rear

He poses for pictures in the garden

Struts for pics against the wall

There’s staff to pick his poop up

And fans to “ooh” and “aah”

He preens and awes his visitors

Each and every week

Beauty and iridescent colors

From his tail to his beak

But he doesn’t have a mate

And that sticks in his craw

He’s lonely for a lady

He’s a “pa” without a “ma”.

The turkey has his harem

Those hens have got their tom

But Percy is left mate-less

This “dad” desires a “mom”

Wild turkeys, they avoid him

The deer don’t care a whit

Grey squirrels chatter derisively

He’s sad, but doesn’t quit

So he dances with the children

Woos his watchers, every one

Shows off his fancy feathers

And shimmers in the sun.