Tuesday Prompt: Ellen Hawkins: Feathers

If you were a peacock
you’d scream
But you’re a peahen
Sober and squat.

When your peacock screams
You match him claw for claw
then send him off ruffled and proud
while you go back to the kitchen and dirty dishes.

Is that before or after
you slip into the garden
to pick apples for a pie
you’ll share with a snake?