Eggstra Ordinary

By: Johnathan James

Imperfect oval, some would say

Neither fully smooth nor shiny

But pure and luminous in your way

One cell, true, but not so tiny

You humbly sit in outstretched palm

Though far too frail for gripping fist

Unto the egg I sing my psalm

Though long I know you shan’t exist

Your shell, with grace, reflects the light

As hushed as snow on a clouded day

Behold for now its quiet might

Before it’s cracked and thrown away

But crack is what I have to do

To free the goodness bound within

The protein-laden yellow goo

That soon will drip upon my chin

With a sizzle it hits the pan

Just as my toast begins to brown

Soon I’ll become a sated man

For on this egg I’ll go to town

By: Evan Kudrik

Clucking and clucking proud

We lay our eggs out loud

And sometimes the eggs we make

End up on breakfast plates