On a bright sunny morning, without a care in the world, he strutted around majestically, taking his time to go through his paces. The performer continued with his act, oblivious of human presence. All it cared for was the attention of the female of his species, which he was getting in ample amount. A blue hair here, an iridescent feather there, broken hearts everywhere... The performer hopped gracefully and effortlessly from one foot to the other. A thick plumage to kill or rather be killed for, a crown to be proud of, and sorrowful eyes to pierce you... The sun's rays fell on him and became beautiful upon contact. The performace had his audience enamoured and asking for more. The peacock had made my day! AbNQ
