WTPh?

I found the body of a bird laying on the pavement, burnt beyond recognition, its wings twisted unnaturally. A breeze ruffled past, and I could have sworn that I saw something glowing on its chest in the twilight. I leaned in closer, and suddenly, the entire bird burst into flame. I jumped back and watched in amazement as the bird moved, its wings turning back, its head rising, its beak opening and letting out a melodious cry. It flapped its wings once, twice, and then it rose into the air, flying off into the sunset.

A phoenix. A phoenix in suburbia.