Peacocks
By Rose Fyleman (1877-1957)
PEACOCKS sweep the fairies’ rooms;
They use their folded tails for brooms;
But fairy dust is brighter far
Than any mortal colours are;
And all about their tails it clings
In strange designs of rounds and rings;
And that is why they strut about
And proudly spread their feathers out.
Quite majestic too, awesome shot π
Can you believe that natural spotlight? Right time, right place. Right Andy?
Exactly! π
What an absolutely AMAZING shot Emily – simply STUNNING! π
You humble me Joanne. And get this, so I get the camera to get down to his level and promptly lose the reflection. Go figure, so going low doesn’t always pay off. π
The king of birds, even has its very own crown!
He was actually looking a little scraggly as it’s no longer breeding season. Loved that I witnessed this though. Thanks Fatima.
A fun bit of whimsy, love the amazing photo.
You gave me a big smile Charlie. Amazing. Wow..thank you so much!
Stunning photo paired with a lovely poem!
I think it’s time for a book right Tiny? I’m sure the copyrighting permissions would take a bit of work. Thank you for your kind comment.
A book, yes! And if you write the verse to each image, no work on copyrighting required π I just did two photo books on Shutterfly… just for fun. I got them free from Dell as a birthday present. It’ll be fun to see how my photos will look in print when they arrive.
Is that true? But if I sell it I’m sure I have to ask for permission. Many of the poems I’ve linked to are classic and not current writers. I’ll add it to my full ‘to-do’ list. π