The peacock murmured in her ear
Things sweet and never clear
She strained her ears a semi-blue
And tried to pick the trail
Wither it flew
Until out of breath
Perceiving her death
She got down the tree
Gulping an imminent glee
And buried herself
Like an elf
In a nearby tomb
With sufficient room
And closed her eyes
To complete the disguise.
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