tonight a white peacock haunted my thoughts. i obsessively looked at pictures of gorgeous white peacocks online. here is a marvelous hybrid.
'All its plumage fiery with the starshine,
Nacreous, shimmering, weeping, iridescent,
It drifts across the floor and mounts the bed,
To the tap of little satin shoes.
Gazing with infernal eyes.
Its quick beak thrusting, rending, devil's crimson . . .
Screams, great tortured screams shake the dark canopy.
The light flickers, the shadow in the corner stirs;
The wax face lifts; the eyes open.
A thin trickle of blood worms darkly against the vast red coverlet and spreads to a pool on the floor.'
excerpt from The White Peacock by Stephen Vincent Benet
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