Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature,
They will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother.
It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard,
The wind in the grass.
And as he stares into the sky,
There are twice as many stars as usual.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
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26th December 2022
Monday
5:49am
Who up
Huddles lonely in my egg
