I saw him through the kitchen window -
resplendent in turquoise blue,
emerald train erect -
a hundred eyes thrumming.

She stood nearby,
pecking the dirt.

He circled her in a slow foxtrot,
his tail vibrating in rhythmical pulses -
like a dozen brushes
stroking a dozen drums.

She walked about
seemingly oblivious to his amorous advances
(I do believe I saw her yawn) .

Suddenly a small dog broke the spell
barking happily.
The peacock shrugged his feathers,
lowered his extravagant tail
and sauntered off.

His female companion took no notice.

Alison Cassidy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peacock-story-7-interrupted-courtship/