Peahen

[Mwaba don]

Her ambling around inside your thoughts' forest,
Did it make your knees wobble?
Or just a child's awe, was it? (wobbling knees it was)
At finding himself face to face
With one of Peter Pan's pixies.
The gleam in your eyes,
When the colours of her feathers flashed before
them,
The glow on your face,
When she used to move her plumage,
Was it an adult's suppressed desire?
Or a kid somewhere inside
Running in a hidden land of fantasy,
Chasing this Peahen
Surrounded by colorful wisps.

Nice topic. It was very interesting to read.
Your poem was short and sweet. I liked it.
However there a few am sure how the spelling of colour goes really ( color or colour?)
I did not get the tense on the (At finding himself face to face With one of Peter Pan's pixies. The gleam in your eyes,) did you mean himself or yourself as the rest of the writing went?
It was a lovely poem overall.