Living the Dream

Old lady gathered brown eggs from loosely woven nest,
hen cautioning her, should she take too many,
handle them roughly.  Drawing up her apron,
she made another near cradle.

Latching hexagon wired gate, to brace enclosure,
she hurried to a small box and nestled them
under a warming light, sure she had adopted them well.

Cat, hiding in shadows of boots and gloves,
of darkened incubation front entry,
feigned disinterest, waited for first crack.

Tags: Natural Nuances, Poems //