The Peacock 04 Thursday Jun 2015 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ 2 Comments I stumbled into A secret garden Hidden behind A huge oak door And found magic An unknown gardener With a loving hand Had created A floral peacock Of simple white flowers More beautiful Than the bejewelled creature It emulated © Caro Ness 2015 Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
I was watching the birds feast in my garden, when this popped into my inbox. Perfect.
Thanks Hemmie! Beautiful isn’t it?