Proud as a peacock, or: In fine feather

A limerick

Proud as a peacock, Birdie puffed out her chest.
For her little chickies, she'd have only the best!
Regardless the weather,
She'd keep herself in fine feather;
So, her human pet would feather their nest.

โ€˜What do you seeโ€™ Prompt #148

For Sadjeโ€™s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for writers to produce art.

Image credit:
Tivasee @ Pexels

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

27 thoughts on “Proud as a peacock, or: In fine feather”

  1. “So, her human pet would feather their nest.” Nicely done, very clever! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

  2. Iโ€™ve never heard of peacock or pea hen with a human pet.
    This is a very interesting turn of events.

      1. Our pets literally owns us, that is true.
        This is an unusual relationship though, but an interesting one.

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