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IIf you’ve every known a peacock, then you just may believe,
A remarkable story about a bird named Steve.
Now it seemed that this poor fellow attracted nothing but bad luck.
He spilled his milk, burnt his toast, and frequently got stuck!
Soon no one would stand next to him, or call him on the phone,
For they feared he carried only bad luck, so Steve was all alone.
And yet he was admired for his long and lustrous plume,
So he’d adorn his great feathers everyday, with a very special perfume.
But then one night a few fell out. And the next night a few more…
Till soon every feather that adorned his frame, was resting on the floor!
Perhaps it was the oil he used, that made it all fall out,
But poor little Steve, just couldn’t conceive that he was naked all about!
Steve was so embarrassed that for weeks he stayed inside.
He prayed his feathers would grow back. He prayed hard and he cried.
But then he won the lottery! And got a promotion at his job!
And discovered the cure for chicken pox, and made friends with a pigeon named Bob.
And the news came to hear his story, and he was as dignified as could be.
And he didn’t stutter or fall down, or trip or spill his tea!
Now no one knows if it’s true or not, the curse of the peacock feather…
But it’s been said when you keep them around, they’ll only bring bad weather.
So you see what may seem beautiful, may turn out to be a waste,
Like long thick feathers or fancy clothes or a smooth and flawless face.
So Steve gave all his fortune to other peacocks who,
Didn’t have food, or a place to sleep, or who had lost their feathers too!
For in the end he resolved, that it was silly to feel blue,
Because he discovered that real strength comes, from inside a naked little you! ©

Words and design by Brooke Griffin©

My poem is included with every peacock, packaged beautifully in a clear plastic shadow box. Birds may vary slightly. Please drop me a note if you have a feather color request! Also, these come as brooches or magnets so please specify how you'd like yours!

Naked Peacock

Overview

  • Handmade item
  • Materials: feathers, acrylic sealer, pin, magnet, polymer clay, wire
  • Ships worldwide from United States
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