
By
Joce9, Murray Hill, NJ
That stone is an egg.
Beneath the leaves, I see
It peeking,
Its cold. The egg should be covered.
Some predator will come,
And see the egg, dully white,
Its unsafe. We should protect,
While protect we can,
the little egg,
Under rotting leaves
Oblong,
small and cold.
My fingertips...