DocAndersen
Excitement bubbles
and flowing on the floor
chases the last frown from the room.
Inside the egg
not
a yolk told by those who knew better
not
a dream
just insides.
A hard boiled
solid
mass
of egg.
Turning left or right
or
perhaps
turning is not the egg way
rolling across the floor
to stop
and
find
another egg dream.
Inside the egg
does it dream?
Not a dinosaur egg
certainly
the contents are not life
but the spirit
of the future
that’s for sure.
The contents are both today and tomorrow, mixed in the shell of technology!
Agree with one hundred percent!
I wonder, however what a dinosaur egg would see in the modern world…
Obviously, he will find it difficult to find a place to live…
How funny is this little egg poem. Made me smile. 🙂
Thanks Carol, I actually wrote the poem watching Keecker map my wife’s craft room. It was hilarious.