A Saturday Stroller

We went for a ride in the country,
we were listening to some Bach.
In search for a sand-hill crane,
or perhaps a pretty peacock.

We went down a road named Quick,
it was about 11 o'clock.
There we saw the Saturday stroller,
a male peacock named Whitlock.

I asked a question or seven...
of the peacock named Whitlock.
"Where's the rest of your bird herd...
where's the rest of your flock?"

For me, Whitlock had no answers,
his beak was in a lock.
I wanted a few more verses,
but you see...I got writer's block.

End of story.