A Winter's Day Evening False Alarm

Pregnant mothers of the waters they give birth to Took an afternoon/evening walk across the vast sky As they slowly strolled across the once light-hued way These once ivory-hued maidens took on a cerulean haze. Beneath them down on the terrestrial plane A lone stoic eagle struck a statue-like pose Clamping his paws around a small branch Of a skyward huge old naked walnut tree Across the way, atop a lamp-pole, perched A huge black hawk with its wings spread wide. The chilled ground with fading grass was carpeted All over with loads of brownish-hued decaying leaves The graveyard silence that encapsulated this whole scene Was broken by the squawking of a V-shaped flight of ducks Soaring with waving wings across the slowly darkening way; As evening eased in, the pregnant clouds just hung in labor.