Jeanette Swan Poet Rhyme

Eggshells

Eggshells were full of promise,
Then eggshells splitting,
Arriving chicks 
Abandon shells.

All wet and limp
They sleep until
The yellow fluff of life excites.

Then cheep cheep cheeping 
and peep peep peeping,
Peck pecking at seeds,
And growing, growing,
When, as hens,
They start those promises again.

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Kim Rodrigues January 30, 2024 at 7:40 PM I think you’ve seen this happening. Jeanette Swan January 30, 2024 at 9:15 PM Yes. We had some dear bantam hens. The best part isn't in the poem, when they run and vanish in her skirt of feathers. The Australorp hens laid bigger eggs, but no rooster with them, so no sweet little chicks.