Peacocks
John Darnielle
I hear them squeal
I see them preen
Fans all spread out
Neat and clean
Grab hold of the morning
Head out to the porch
Feel the wind stopping
Feel the sun scorch
I fear for my safety
You can see it in my eyes
In an hour or two
We will rise
Then a sharp breeze kicks up
I hug myself hard
How come there's peacocks in the front yard?
Sun's all prickly
On my neck
When the helicopter passes
We both hit the deck
Hands grasping and groping
Seizing opportunity
Right where it lies
The sky will fall
We will rise