I heeded your warning
kept my eggs in separate baskets:
one for each passing day
and yet with each passing day
one egg fell — crushed
by forces exceeding the henhouse rules.
I trusted your advice
yet here I perch — legless and eggless
seeking without proper sight
a way away — a way out
of a today far too trite
towards a more merry tomorrow
without eggs
or henhouse worry.