Across the
gray-black macadam
Spreads a
black feather fan
There was
violence here last night
A streaking
comet
Cracking
into the silver egg
Carrying my
baby chick
Rattled and
shaken
But yolk
unbroken
She came to
rest on the grassy knoll
Peacefully
observing the twisted remains
Of her
beloved shell
It is no
more and nevermore
And she is
alternately
Stunned and
sad and stunned again
And this
rooster
May have
never tended the nest
But he loves
the brood
And he
guards the house
Diligently
And he is
glad the encasement held
The cargo
mostly undamaged
Despite the
shards that scatter the roadway
And scars in
her memory
All that was
left
Were black
feathers
Etched
across a country road
And the
tears of oil
Pooling
Only the
shell will die tonight
The
hatchling carried home
A monkey
still alive
To see the
Year of the Rooster
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