Eggs Mirror Image of Earth

Soft-shelled things by their sources laid On spots assuring them no raid: In my poultry picked up by maid, With care handled or her upbraid “Boiled or Omelets but with bread, For my breakfast do as I’ve said!” I’d quip: Mirror Image of Earth! As birds live, we’ll record no dearth, In shape completely the oval - All Eggs and The Earth are global…. Egg-laying time the hen cackles, With man’s presence: rising hackles! Snakes wouldn’t want you to come near; Once you do, for your heels I fear, That of Powerful Eagle rare: Sure, The Eagle won’t seekers spare! The glad choice of some shrines and gods; Extend them and they’ll drop their rods; You won’t again be hit like pods; From then a life of happy nods… When dropped or found on the ground: eggs Time to carefully drag one’s legs; Why each week in my abdomen? Not its yolk liked: it’s Albumen.