It is that time of year again, when the shrill of a peacock can be heard over the dying winter’s day. Yes it is that time for a fowl with a cry so foul to put on his amazing coat of beautiful colours and wow the ladies all over again. To see this beautiful bird come to out with his vibrant techncoloured dream coat made this Monday all worth it.
I swear as he cocked his ear towards me, I heard him whisper, "I wore my coat, with golden lining. Bright colours shining, wonderful and new, and in the west, the dusk was setting, and the day was ending; any dream will do".
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