There's A Peacock In My Bathwater Poem by Dann Thomas

'There's a peacock in my bathwater, ' chirped little Tit, one bright, sunny morn.
'What's that kaleidoscope doing there? ' questioned the Indian Pond heron.
Quipped the Purple-rumped sunbird, 'Can't that big hairy lout stay near its pond? '
'Maybe he's got a good reason, ' answered the Cormorant, pecking at a bothersome frond.


'What freakin reason can there be? ' squeaked sparrow picking up a twig in its beak.
While Myna chattered away about how the peacock's pond had been filled in just last week,
The red whiskered Bulbul added, 'For development, by those humans with earthmovers.'
'What's development if it buries ponds and cuts trees? ' wondered the Warblers and Sandpipers.



'Making a home by destroying another is against nature's law, ' stated a wise, high-browed Owl.
'This is our soil, ' added a Hoopoe pecking away at the ground, shaking its crown at an intruding fowl.
An Oriental White Eye agreed, cleaning its spectacles, while the Wagtails shook their butts acknowledgedly.
'But we need to get Mr. Peecock out of Tit's bathroom, ' said Mr. Koel, red-eyed from a late night, mockingly.


That's when a few Egrets standing by said, 'There is a lake nearby, or we can drop him off near a well.'
And off they flew in a V shape with the Peacock at the end, like a necklace with an exotic jewel.
'Well, that's all fine, now that we've got fancy feathers relocated, ' loudly cooed the Blue rock pigeons,
While the rest of the birds sat on a wire and sadly said, "but what can we do about these humans? '





Many birds could be seen in Bangalore earlier, but most have moved out thanks to our 'development'.