When forthwith a fowl

The bringing of beauty and candor by a fairly ordinary fowl.

The sky was dour and the earth was dank 

Those noisy b******s that wake one up in the morning where nowhere to be found

It was indeed a morning unlike most

The leaves in the trees where still 

with an all but stagnant yet chilling breeze

Clouds of mist where on the verge of rolling down the hills, 

but remained reluctantly still

Not a single being stirred on that placid and tranquil morning

The earth was all but motionless; 

when forthwith a fowl

A feathered creature of the sky settled on the parapet outside

Enveloped in blithesome hues, 

the fowl resembled an infantile olive warbler

Flaunting simple browns conflicted and complimented by the vibrant oranges

It was truly an apparition suitably capturing exuberant pulchritude as well as undeniable simplicity

And then it flitted of into the placid mist, 

leaving behind a mundane day like any other.

Author's Note

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