The Peacock And The Vulture

by Duncan Jones

The peacock and the vulture
Both dressed by circumstance
One an underwater sunset
One had not the slimmest chance

Or so was often said
But the vulture learned to soar
And time and patience came around
To settle evenly the score ...

Was once a lovely ladybird
The talk of every wing
And when they were not talking
All listened to her sing

Peacock with his fancy style
Came strutting blue and green
One day put wing around her
(Leaving no room in between)

Sweet Ladybird quite ladylike
Brushed off the compliment
But Peacock's pride was far too grand
To suffer ding or dent

Peacock proposed to Ladybird
“You are (like me) a catch!
And so it's only natural
That we should be a match!

Unique your voice and beauty!
Come stand beside my feather!
Now tell me my fair Ladybird
What could possibly be better?”

But Ladybird ignored him
For he wasn't quite her type
And her mother always warned her
That she not believe the hype!

And then a day quite rainy
She spied the Vulture lone
Who smiled at her as vultures do
And moved to share his scone

What he lacked in surface color
He made up for all day long
For vultures are intelligent
And their wings are very strong

So laughter was the order
Which soon grew into love
One day Vulture said to Ladybird
“You're the one I'm thinking of!”

And when Peacock saw the couple odd
He cried out, “Why! Oh! Why?”
So turning back the ladybird
Gave him final kind reply ...

“Oh dearest Blue and Green
How is it you don't see?
You spend such time upon yourself
That you'd never think of me!”