yesterday <br />five freckled eggs <br />nestled under warm feathers <br /> <br />today <br />they have gone <br />there is not a shell left <br /> <br />and poor Miss P <br />is calling <br />sadly<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peacock-story-8-a-sad-poem/
