Taciturnity

Rustic brown, green and yellow,
Resting along the bank, a simple fellow,
Minding his own matters, careful not to bellow—
Knows the fellow his opines best remain upstairs.

Brackish brown, grey and blue,
Rings break the surface, no breeze for a clue,
Had a rainbow, brown, or brook broken through?
Knows the fellow such concerns are not his affair.

Tinged orange, yellow and red,
Glanced he to see Helios setting overhead,
Crossed a stately Blue Heron, wings delicately spread—
Gently closed his eyes, did the fellow, after one last glare.

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