Eggshells
Eggshells were full of promise,
Then eggshells splitting,
Arriving chicks
Abandon shells.
All wet and limp
They sleep until
The yellow fluff of life excites.
Then cheep cheep cheeping
and peep peep peeping,
Peck pecking at seeds,
And growing, growing,
When, as hens,
They start those promises again.
Copyright © Jeanette Swan | Year Posted 2024
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