Popcorn, Pepsi and Peacocks - For Little Vishu - July 22, 2012

Popcorn, Pepsi, and Peacocks

( For my little friend, Vishu )

Vishu and me,

Out by the tree,

Wait patiently,

As still as can be.

We sip on a Pepsi,

And munch on popcorn,

And hope, by and by,

A great peacock will fly.

We are told they will come,

Each evening at five,

So I have camera ready,

But no birds arrive.

Two hours later,

A branch bears the weight,

Of  a beautiful peacock,

And soon comes his mate.

Once darkness has fallen,

In trees all around,

We hear the harsh screaming,

Not a most pleasant sound.

But I am quite sad,

I saw no feathered prance,

Of a courting peacock,

Doing his dance.

I've five months to go,

And they sleep here at night,

So I'm bound to get lucky,

Perhaps at dawn's early light.

Carmen Henesy

Copyright © July 2012 Carmen Henesy. All Rights Reserved.

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Vishu, the sweet grandson of Madhulika, my hostess, knows I am anxious to get 

pictures of the peacocks and, when he gets home from school in the evening, he 

will join me, scanning the skies.  The peacocks should arrive about 5PM but, thus

far, it is more like 7:30 and it is too dark, then, for good photos.  I am amazed when

these huge male peacocks plop onto a tree branch, bending it almost in half, their

long plumes folded and draping gracefully behind them.  Disappointed Vishu and I

give up, with plans to return another day.  Vishu knows that I like to write poetry 

and said I should write a poem about this.  "And, what should I call the poem," I

asked him?  He immediately came up with, "Popcorn, Pepsi and Peacocks" - so,

Vishu, here it is for you.