counting coup

today i boast what few have done,
the interloping peacock
so familiar in his roaming 
garden sniff,
eyeing the waist high fence
one long tail feather presented itself
dislodged from his body but 
entangled in the train, i drew close
he didn't panic as i freed
the three foot long flag of a
shimmering eye 
down on the street below later
some girls have a bouquet of them
found on their hikes
mine i had to claim