In a house with a hen
the daily egg is precious
With many in the family
you would wait till
you amassed enough
for a meal for all
Releasing it in the morning
from an overturned basket
where it has been held
the previous night
cutting short the
wanderers trail ignoring
its shrieks and jumps
One such egg was boiling
with the white rice for me
and my sister hidden
from the eyes of my cousins
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