Bringer of Life,
you promise all that is great
and insurmountable in this world.
Boiled for 8 to 10 minutes,
you do not become hard
as is common folklore;
your insides turn to squish,
yet your shelly exterior
remains intact.

It is for this reason alone
I know we will survive the journey ahead.

I take you into my arms,
and we steal away,
far, far away from the lunchlady.
She was only going to scramble you,
and probably throw away
your life-yolk.

Running and skipping,
We plunge into the poppy field,
where the warmth of the evening sun
gives us hope of another life.

But in the distance, a shadow lurks.
Feathered friend or foe?
with a beak so large,
corn can only be a partial answer
to his question:
chicken or egg?