Thursday, January 25, 2007
My first encounter with the peacock
The peacock
He came
Knocked at the window
I was gazing out of
Asked me what I am seeing
I said, a talking peacock
The peacock smiled, and asked for herbal beedies
I don't have a pack, here
My wife has it
She has gone to the movies
The displeased peacock
Stamped the ground
Wait
Don't be angry
I have some potato salad in the fridge
He said, ok
I whistled a song
In the orange of the sky
He ate my dinner
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