Wednesday, October 23, 2019


The last eggs had not hatched as yet.
I doubted they ever would.
I told him to throw them out,
and we could start again.
But he just sat in front of them,
watching, watching.
He doomed them with his stare.
It was just a job to me,
nothing more.
But he just sat there,
day and night,
watching, watching.
I got that transfer I was looking for.
He got nothing but broken eggshells
discarded on the floor.
He never knew what happened to them
because he had fallen asleep,
his heavy head resting on his arm
in front of his creation.

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