The white shell broke
into tiny pieces
spreading the liquid around
sticky to the core
with a round ball
in the middle
slimy to touch
and foul smelling too.
I stood there watching
what could have been
the last hope
of a hen to yield
to another of its own.
For all I cared
It was my last chance
to have a morsel
before I went in search
today again
for a way to make
my living.
Or die hungry again.