tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post4599212658587509266..comments2024-03-24T17:49:05.886-04:00Comments on The Robert Moss BLOG: The Goddess and the PeacockMarcia Mosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04530003059608361331noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-925549664214256461.post-39125676019705946642023-12-08T01:42:58.823-05:002023-12-08T01:42:58.823-05:00Robert, Here is my Purring Peacock Dream. I am thi...Robert, Here is my Purring Peacock Dream. I am thinking it could make a nice illustrated children's book, comments welcome:MY PURRING PEACOCK<br /><br />I am holding a full grown, gorgeous, common turquoise blue peacock in my arms, but I have no house or any other place where I can go and take care of it, so I carry it over to a young, capable gardener, who, for a long while, houses it at an arboretum where he works. Missing it, I walk over there and say, “I would like to have my peacock back.” But he, thoughtfully, says, “It’s been so long since you kept it. I’m afraid it will fly away if you take it far.” Then I say, “I do want it back. It won’t fly away.” So, he says, “OK, after all, it’s your peacock!” and hands it back. <br /><br />It is a big peacock and fills my arms as I walk about for a while in the garden. Meanwhile, it is making a strange, strong windy noise in its long throat but does not try to get free. I grow tired carrying it, as it is an armful, sit down on a rock and fall asleep. When I wake up, the peacock is no longer in my arms and I fret, "Ok, the gardener was right. It has flown away!" But then, while despairing, I feel something's on my head. It’s the peacock, sitting peacefully on top and still producing that same strange strong windy sound! In fact, it is purring! It is glad staying with me. It doesn’t fly away because it is happy to be my purring peacock.<br />-JeremyFred Jeremy Seligsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00671495939247101127noreply@blogger.com