In sheer brilliance, they move
Unlike peacocks
Together in a herd
Gliding the glorious light!

Flat on their toes, and
Breeze swept, it was the way
They held their necks

Flung into brightness
Against the yellow mustard field
Resplendent feathers quiver
Spread their blues
 And their greens…

I stop the car
And watch in disbelief
With what élan –
The peacocks cross the street!