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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to 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?