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