Bridge To Beauty

one red speckled feather was caught in dried filth upon the brown eggs

the housewife complained about

the dirt caked on the eggs

the lack of straw in the chicken coop

the need of warmer weather

the terrors of farm mud

the endless chores

her thoughts ended somewhere at

the bank account

oblivious sun rays warmed the kitchen window and awoke a slumbering fly

the housewife critic

chased the pesty fly down to kill it

bothered by yet another irritant in

the mess of  life

common housefly hovered above

the egg basket before landing

softly upon red feather

white fluff on quill's end fluttered

as the insect settled its wings

light rays threw a shadow shape of a fly on

a tan egg under the fragile feather bridge

a whisper of beauty fanned the air

the housewife slowed the swing of her vicious swatter

picked up a pen and wrote

“Present is better than perfect.”