A Post Match Poem
On the shirts and the scarves of the father and son,
The Peacock rises majestic as the crowd rise as one,
With a tear in his eye as he looks at the boy,
A lump in his throat and his heart fills with joy.
Through the streets and the alleys,
The cheer echoes and falls,
Past the windows and doorways,
The rooftops and walls.
Walking home in the rain and a smile on his face,
Another good day and back in the race,
The Peacock now hidden in the folds of the coat,
Where to stop for their supper being put to a vote.
At the end of the evening,
As the boy closes his eyes,
The Peacock awakens,
And rises and flies.