Although you loved him, you also reveled
in his humiliation, when his older surety
was ridiculed, his place in the world...a schism, irreparable.
You, a witness, unable to acknowledge
the pleasure in this administered damage,
instead admired his footsteps, your fledgling
predator to forever protect his greatest pretense.
However, from under those feathers of yours',
Swan and Peacock both have eyes of stone
and flashing infrequently is the pleasure you take
from what you never would condone