Peacocks at Christmas

Peacocks in the yards, peacocks on the walls

Resplendent in their plumage on the roofs

Of houses under lofty trees amongst

A spread of rambling gardens underneath

The blue-less sky of wintry Houston town.

Now strutting proudly on a lawn of green,

Now flitting briefly to a perch to preen,

And then descending with a flap and glide

Alighting, safely distant, to one side,

The peacocks flaunt their avian finery

And lend their color to a neighborhood

Which after dark will blaze with Christmas lights.