By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
On Easter Monday even an undiscovered egg
Seems to shiver under the blue-streaked sky at dawn
Still hiding beneath the trellised flowering rose
Where the ants and worms are blanketed for warmth
But we are promised sunlight soon enough
And small children in pursuit of butterflies or dreams
Will delight at the sight of one last treat
An egg-ucopia of chocolate sweet
A snap-open egg ‘til then undetected
And all the more fun because unexpected!
LogoSophia Magazine 