The Peacock was a kind, dear sort, Always helping out The other Birds in the woods, Never without a doubt. He was beautiful, but not too proud, His feathers shone in light. He didn't strut and didn't brag And always did what's right. Once the Dove had hurt her wing, So Peacock gave a boost To help Dove back into her nest So she could rest and roost. And when the Raven could not see Because of brief eye strain, Peacock helped him with his food By sharing all his grain. These kind actions are not the norm For all Peacocks, you see. Most were focused on themselves, Other Birds would agree. One day when our Peacock awoke, His tail could not be found. Feathers fell out while he slept With a few still on the ground. The Ants were taking them away! They must have liked the quills. Thinking they were beautiful, They'd decorate their hills. By the time Peacock had realized What was going on, It was too late to save his plumes- Most of them were gone. The other Peacocks came an
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