Peacocks

I hear them squeal I see them preen Fans all spread out Neat and clean Grab hold of the morning Head out to the porch Feel the wind stopping Feel the sun scorch I fear for my safety You can see it in my eyes In an hour or two We will rise Then a sharp breeze kicks up I hug myself hard How come there's peacocks in the front yard? Sun's all prickly On my neck When the helicopter pa*ses We both hit the deck Hands grasping and groping Seizing opportunity Right where it lies The sky will fall We will rise