Peacock

I have always been iridescent with change, even when I’m standing still.
I’m introspective & grimly determined not to stagnate in my swill.

My peck & talon or the annoying whine; pleas to attend me or leave.
My train of eyes trails my body bejeweled; whilst my breast does proudly heave.

Anyone looking my way falls under my sway; as breath & awe I take.
For I am a rare & wonderous thing; your thirst for dreams I’m here to slake.

Along my way, I shed eyes here & there to watch the world I’ve left behind.
My three prong silken crown divines my future & which way I next should wind.

My train waves & ascends when my magic of transfixion is needed most.
But this man draped his eyes with the lenses I’d scattered & thus became my host.

Though, now, I’m just the spirit of the quill; with which here is written my shape.
I inhabit more than this writer knows; my gems encrust each word’s escape.