The Legend of Paka and Noe

Noe, Noe, Noe, his piercing cry, bursts out in the tranquil night
The male bullfrog jug-o’-rums near the pond. 
He is half a mile away.
Paka persists and then waits; silence is his reply
He must find her. 
But she left the valley in search of a vision and can no longer hear his cry.
The roar of the ocean now calls. The music of its ebb and flow drew her in and then snatched her away to a remote place.

Noe often thinks of Paka.
That morning, like any other in the tropics, she was busy eating plant parts, flower petals, seed heads, and miscellaneous insects when, suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the most breathtaking view.

Her heart soared,
She remembered his train of green feathers laced with teal gold, indigo, and blue eyelets. A vivid iridescence of light and swoosh, melding together into a striking display
Noe was in love! 
Next to him, she was plain, not that it mattered; she knew who she was. 
He dazzled her with his beauty, and then he was gone!

Paka, too, was smitten! 
She was not comely for a young peahen, but there was something about her, a spark that had ignited him to his core and that name so enduring. Later, when he returned, she was nowhere to be found. 

A brief, tempestuous note that would ring for an eternity!

Therefore, each spring we hear his haunting cry penetrate the still night, as with all peafowl in search of love.