The egg walks …no, he rolls.

Right off the cabinet,
by the pumpkin faced Satsumas and the
waffles with their buttered sugar coated look.

Cradles his stomach, the moist beads of sweat-
a heat too much for a high density egg;

and falls

with a happy big grin- and splits in two.
Chocolate in red foil,
chocolate bursting at the seams,

oozing liquid…

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