Laying an Egg (It Takes More Than You Think)

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It’s not a burden, it is a duty
That strikes her intensely with a yearning—
Interrupts her breakfast every morning!
Though seems a chore, ‘tis a thing of beauty.

Her period arrives ‘round eleven
She anxiously paces around the coop
To find some place away from curious troupe.
(In a week, she’d’ve done this times seven.)

Rapidly her eyes blink; her open beak
Is panting. Nature claims her to the nest.
Lo, here it comes—by a heave of her breast,
And finally out it drops, warm and sleek.

Relieved, she gets up like ‘twas no big deal,
Happily cackling, returns to her meal.





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