
Whether in a sunlit forest clearing
or hidden deep within the dank, moist shade
he will be found forever preening
a gaudy, strutting Indian brave,
proudly standing with his tail displayed,
a hundred eyes are always watching
throughout earth’s history was there ever
found in nature a sight quite matching
the splendour of each jewelled feather
unlidded eyes that will not ever
close thus allowing him sleep or rest
all the while displaying pavonine breast
the faithful guardian of the forest
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