Peacocks are prevalent at the park and when I was small their plaintive cries haunted me. They seemed to be calling for help across a vast sea of trees. One night I had a fitful slumber during a sleepover there with my Girl Scout troop. Zipped up tight in my bag I dared not close my eyes as I was sure the ethereal creatures were beckoning to me.
Today when I find myself in the park at dusk those cries haunt me still, a melancholy cacophony echoing from the shadows in the trees.