Egg Tooth
a forever... or two ago
mother fled the nest
she left behind only one firecracker colored feather
which I keep to this day
the days are cold inside my egg
thick walled fortress of unborn memories
I scratch against the sides to mark the days
her days..our days
brother sits beside me half-hatched
a silly egg cap curving his little bird back
he saw a little of to much,
I saw to much of nothing
I like to think she took some momento of her past
to wherever she landed,
a twig, a piece of shell,
maybe a chorus of deep black peeps
or perhaps an egg tooth... or two
that tap against her eggshell skull
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2016
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