As he grows in the cage he despairs. He sees no escape and the pigeons serve only to convince him to stay. "It's safe here in the cage", they would say. "We have food, warmth, shelter and protection. No one can harm us here. We know every corner of this cage and every bird that resides in it. Stay in the cage peacock, where else are you going to go?" And so the peacock stays, unhappy, unfulfilled and surrounded by pigeons in the cage.
Time passes by slowly, a deep tension grows inside the peacocks chest. The pigeons irritate him, the cage constrains him, his life bores him and he knows that if he does not leave his feathers will fall dull, his display will lose its colour, his body will shrink and he will no longer be a peacock; he will become a pigeon in a cage, just like all the peacocks before him. All the peacocks that are now just pigeons.
Driven by a deafening desire to blind the world with his beauty, motivated by the desire to fill the world with colour, he breaks free from the cage. The cries of the panicked, jealous pigeons fall into the background as his eyes, ears, nose and tongue fixate only on the future that the peacock now has out of the cage and into the world.