Tiny Treasures Poem by W.I. Stoneberger

In the Summer,
stolen eggs
taken behind
the wash house
heaved against
the wall
heaved against
the rockpile
splattered
shell bits
milky yellow
liquid
a rotten odor
tainting the air

Sometimes,
we would
find them
tiny treasures
perfectly preserved
embryos
purpleblue skin
little chicken eyes
little chicken beaks
bony wisps of wing
minature miracles
other worlds
beyond
the realm of
the wash house
the rockpile
the old hen
scratching in the yard.