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Peacock


I went to the jungle
And I saw a blue creature 
I started shouting in fear
The creature woke up and came next to me
I tried to walk away slowly
But it started to rain
And all my fear was just vain!
The creature opened it's wings,
And started to dance,
And I looked at the creature,
With a glance!
I then noticed,
That it was just a peacock!
I wished that it could talk!
And after all, 
It's our national bird!
Oh our dearest bird,
I love you for sure!
I liked the music,
And the dance,
We danced and danced,
And we went to France!
I loved feathers,
And collected them all,
I picked every feather,
And made a peacock shawl!
I flew on the peacock,
Around the world,
Blue peacock,
I'll love you forever!

Comments

  1. Super Shriyandhaa. The poem onn our National Bird is good. Rhyming is fine. Keep it up

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  2. Beautiful imagination about beautiful peacock with beautiful ryming words by my dear beautiful grand daughter shriyandhaa.i enjoyed.
    From Pushpa patti

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