Friday, January 01, 2010

Egging on the New Year...a poem


Trudged out across the snow to the chicken house and found these this New Year's morning, compliments of Telulah and Robin. A fine start for them, I think.
I'm inspired to lay my own...

EGG
Each night you drop down in straw
Glowing, greased with shit
Grown full, unhatched, yoked with promise.

Kevin Cahill

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