I cross the road to Molly’s farm.
There is a sign nailed to a post:
Eggs for sale.
I buy a dozen.
I hear a rooster crow.
On the way home I trip and fall.
One egg is cracked and broken,
The others are saved.
On Sunday we celebrate Easter;
Soft boiled eggs for breakfast.
I see the Easter bunny has visited too!
Dark chocolate is my passion.
Life is good.