A Seleggtion of Eggcerpts

              The Beginning

                   Written by A Raw Egg

                                                   An adolescent,

                                       a yolk hides within my walls,

                                             fragile is my shell.

              The Day Before Easter

                         Written by A Hard Boiled Egg

                                                 Torrid is the pot,

                                      bubbles form across the top,

                                             still inside my walls.

                       Sunday: 9AM

                          Written by A Scrambled Egg

                                             BEEP! goes their alarms,

                                         like a pig to the slaughter,

                                          “sizzle”, the pan speaks.

                     The End Is Near

                         Written by An Over-Easy Egg

                                               Free from my shell,

                                     my yolk floats within my white,

                                             seared until eaten.