A Peacock Perched

As I turned off the highway into a village road,

From the corner of my eye, not daring to look longer or higher,

I spotted a peacock

Perched in nonchalant grace atop the the divider streetlight.

Always the edgy driver, 

The infinitesimal look is all I took

And smiling, I pointed him out. 

Passing, I tried locating him on my rearview mirror, but couldnt.

I don't remember seeing the colours

Only imagined them there

The silhouette and the I-own-this-place look is all I recall.

Always the nervy driver, I wondered

If it might have been a trickery of my eyes 

But pointing out, I found reassurance that the vision was real. 

It's been days since that day,

And every morning I make that turn,

I look up high and long 

Wishing that a king of birds

Would gladden with poise and vibrance

My dusty grey commute

But alas, nevermore!

The memory of that lone vision alone remains,

With a hope - that someday again

When I turn off the highway, I will see.