Feathers

On a shiny morning, feathers begin to fall on the ground I tread;

Henceforth, I prance like a peacock:

Kindred spirits from different climes I lead;

All of them have offered me boxes to unlock;

As a peacock, I have offered to feed

The passers-by until I hear on the door a knock,

A knock of a real rooster pecking at a broken necklace bead.