"Chickens at Dusk"....sounds rather like poetry, doesn't it?
We stopped in at Whey Side Farm - some friends of ours (who loaned us that super-duper weed-eatin' fightin' monster machine) to drop something off the other evening...just at dusk. The girls wanted to go poke some grass through the chicken pen for the cute little cluckers to nibble on...
The sun was setting and the clouds were changing into all hues known to pink and lavender...
And I happened to feel that the whole scene was quite 'poetical' as Anne of Green Gables says.