Flannery O’Connor

I had a dream the other night
I was a little boy again
Standing outside of my home
I could hear peacocks
Calling in the distance
On a farm
A few fields away from mine
This was a common sound
Growing up
The high pitch screech of peacocks
Traveling through the wind
Through the trees
Across wild grasslands 
From a neighbor’s back yard
These brightly colored birds would cry
Throughout the day
Yet, now I was dreaming
These peacocks
No longer belonged to my neighbor
But were Flannery O’Connor’s birds of...