Tuesday, August 5

Small Egg

strange little bird in its little bird way 
lost a speckle-deckle egg at the dawn of day
but it won't be going back 
cause the sky is getting black
and little birds are afraid of the dark, they say

perhaps some other creature in the moss soft wood
will determine to take care of it, because she's good
though the half-formed bird inside
maybe rather would have died
than be mothered by another, so misunderstood

it's best if that small egg were dashed upon some stone
where it feeds the leggy ants as it is lying prone
purple eyes forever blind
crisping feathers so confined
ends are only cruel for those to whom they're still unknown

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