Proud as a Peacock

 

On Sat’day, went to the market –

And stopped for some tea and a bun –

I sat in the old market café –

Glad all of the shopping was done.

 

The day was all drizzly and dreary

With nothing much lovely to see

When this young man strolled to the counter:

And how everyone stared – even me!

 

He was dressed, head to toe, in black garments:

Shoes, long jacket, and sporty cravat –

But the thing which aroused such attention

Was his nonchalantly worn high top hat:

 

For atop it was one huge great feather,

Coloured purple – bright purple at that –

And it stood up, all proud, like its owner,

So chic, scarce moving this way or that –

 

The young man took his coffee and sandwich

And ate in a leisurely way –

Never once did he discard his head-gear,

As he sipped, how the feather did sway!

 

With aplomb, he departed the café,

And I wondered where he might be off to –

Now he’d gone, everything seemed so dreary

So I sighed, and I left – things to do….

 

 

 

But I sometimes think back to that day when

The young man in his hat passed my way –

For his lovely flamboyance brought colour

To my otherwise dull, dismal day….

 

 (this actually happened!!!)