Dancing Peacock

Just close your eyes and think of a swaying meadow, dappled moonlight falling through the branches, walking among tall, leafy trees. You could only see the long, tapered feathers with eyes the color of emeralds and sapphires, how, when it dances, the peacocks’ tails shimmered when the moon rose among the tall trees while the rest of the jungle stops and stares, a captive to the sight. ⁣
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