This poem describes a peacock moth that sees itself as a peacock, unfolding its colorful wings but realizing its beauty will fade over time. The moth feels its body growing old and no longer wanting to go to town, so it offers its beauty to the one it loves while it still can, despite feeling looked down upon.

45. Peacock Moth

46. Peacock mantis

48. How Proud is the Peacock? How proud is the peacock,unfolding his fan?How many doors are locked?I will enter, if I can.You see me as a peacock;my beauty broken down.I grow old, my body mocksI will not go to town.So I see you looking down at me, perched from above.Take this longing, broken beauty; for the one you love. Jenna Joslyn Trinity October,2009