"Good Eggs"

Three cartons of eggs rested comfortably
   on the back seat of my new car,
All in a row,
   facing one direction — forward.
As if obediently waiting to get strapped into
   a special kid seat.

After all, the chicken who laid these eggs
   told them to be good eggs
   and make their Chick Mommy proud!

The eggs became paranoid, however,
   when they saw the temporary paper license plate
   right next to them,
Mistaking it for
   a prison assignment . . .

Were they going to be taken away
   to a place where naughty eggs go?
Where chickens get into fights over territory
   and confused parentage
   or not free to roam at all?
Where they smell their brethren being fried
   along with sausage and grits?
And weren’t their perfectly white shells supposed to
   protect them from being fatally dropped?

Upon their arrival to my kitchen,
   all three dozen eggs found themselves
   in a cool and peaceful place in my refrigerator —
Blissfully unaware
   of their final fate . . .

 

 

 

July 2023

 

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