Peahen

• Veronica Weber, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2020

Peahen, feathers brown and beige,
She strides, stepping, super slowly,
Through the paddock, honking loud,
Little peachicks follow quickly,

Peahen, crest atop her head,
As if she were crowned “Mother Hen”,
She spends many weeks, on her eggs,
Hatching all her little peachicks,

Peahen, nape of emerald green,
Protects petite peachicks proudly,
Peahens are so underrated,
Peahens are just super lovely