Peacock
What a proud creation,
The tail is richly expanding their,
Black and green in sparks feathers
With loose fringe
Pose scaly chest seems,
As a round, is a wonderful shield?
Azure-blue-turquoise
At each end of the pen,
Shady circles, waves are new
Undulated Zlata and srebro:
Tilt-emeralds Shine!
Turn-the yachts are burning!
Isn't the glorious king of birds?
Not whether rajskie bird Fever,
Which piece are so rich
Leads to a surprise thing?
Where set foot — rainbows play!
Where will become-there rays around!
Of course, the power and the soaring
The eagle in its wings,
The voice of the trumpet of the Swan the song of
In her bland lips;
And Pelican virtue
In her heart and soul!
But what a strange phenomenon?
I hear some strange screeching!
This Phoenix lowered the suddenly feathers,
Seeing the viciousness of his feet.—
On the splendor! you're blinding!
And the master is crazy-peacock.