Both Birds Flew

Sat I and through the window looked, at numb nature doing a stool; While the dawn tarried the dusk till he was wearied, a white and black hen stood ere a fence - courage's loo. The black from the earth likened the height to her courage. While the white, crushed and whipped by fear, to a mound paced. Each at her height mocked the height. After the black, the white flew. Now on the fence, both hens sighed; despite the odds, both birds flew. '21:03:18:18:22 Note: of voluptuous view.