I saw peacocks on our farm.
They looked stunning—
wings unfurled in a dance of light.
I took photos and sent them to my brother.
He replied: “It is a bad omen.
When peacocks appear on your land,
they signal a change of climate—
a shift from rainy, humid skies
to dry, arid, semi-desert winds.”
How can such a beautiful creature
be the harbinger of doom?
