My life's an egg,
first cracked and dropped, then scrambled
and consumed. Some leg-

horn's pride and sorrow. I gambled
for chicken feed
and won so now I ramble

the barnyard, breed-
ing animal thoughts and soon
I'll know the need

of animal love. The moon
is up. I beg
for crumbs my lady, my loon,

my love as vague
as a powder keg!