To write a poem with a peacocks quill,
do you think it would tell a good tale.
With deepest colours of the universe,
although none of these being pale.
Those green hues of Mother Nature,
bright blues that will heal every ill.
The eye of the feather watching on,
with enough parchment I could fill.
And what about my stories message,
would it resonate with everyone.
Would it be about the birds and bees,
or something much more fun.
Perhaps I’d write of love as I do,
so it jumps up and out so you feel.
There’s something about this plan of mine,
to write now with a peacock quill.