On a Rooftop With Two Peacocks

I relax sittin' laid back
On a rooftop with two peacocks,
Wind fills swashbuckler's sails-
Out for the booty.
Then the blue plumes spread
And we sink into the beauty.
I take a final fresh breath
Of rareified air,
Then witness the perplexing death
Of the gorgeous bird's feathered fare,
The first peacock intact
And fixed into a stare,
The other peacock left mysteriously burnt,
Without a single hair.


A poem about many things, pride, witnessing non-dual consciousness, pirates, rooftops and peacocks :)