It is the same man
who preys on a peacock
that also prays to hold it.
Oh cobalt, oh green
a million brilliant eyes
(to mine, like blueberry toffees)
Behind that curtain sheen they
must
be hiding something. Of course,
have you ever heard one speak? They
abbreviate words and
abuse punctuation.
Oh Blue is me--pretend not to stare, for
she will always see.
I cannot insult the bold
or the berries--
Just please,
don't open your
beak.
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