Written: on the back porch overlooking the alley
Powered by: apples & peanut butter
Inspired by: Aesop’s fable “The Jay and the Peacock” which you should read first
Blue-bellied lonely jay, she flew by gazing at the birds in the fields below. See the peacocks with their plumes erect, with no need to search for beauty beyond the tails of their family, so plentiful that the molted colors lay forgotten in the dirt. She touches down, wishes to disappear into the promise of love held within each feather, takes one gently in her beak and pulls it over her head like shelter. Lost in the comfort that comes with pretending, she does not notice the peafowl unwrapping her, revealing her own wings, rumpled and downy.
“Haven’t you ever wanted to be something different?” the jay asked the peafowl.
“It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds,” replied the peafowl.