Peacock
Some say the peacock once begged to be distinguished from other birds, and so the goddess Juno festooned him with shimmering color. But the weight of this new beauty held him down, and he could no longer fly as he once did.
Some say the peacock is a harbinger of bad luck, with its rump covered in the evil eye. The birds were once thought to bring disaster on plays, and they doomed unmarried ladies to languish as old maids, all in the shake of a bright feather. Some thought the cry of a peacock foretold death, if it came at the wrong time.
Some say there is always a price to be paid in the balance of things — that the beautiful must also be vain, that the proud must somehow be humbled. But don’t let superstition ruin the moment when those long feathers brush against you. Maybe you’ve been cursed. Maybe you’ve been blessed. Let your gaze linger.
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