An Ode to Egg

Meet Iggy. He's mine.

Sweet sound of shell a-cracking

Stirs me from my sleep.

Tap tap tap tap crack crack crack

I lift my eyes to peep

At you so cleanly split to show

An orb of gold in white

Like the sun embraced by snow,

Glowing in broad daylight.

I hone my gaze upon your yolk,

Inhale its scent so warm.

I dance in circles at the sight

Of my Human breaking your form.

Now yellow crumbs, you line my bowl

I bow (wow) in reverence

Then ruthlessly devour you

And your eggy essence.

My Egg Face. Resist if you can.