Every morning on my walk
I check on the quail eggs
by my neighbor's mailbox
laid on the ground
in the sand
between the paddles
of the prickly pear.
Yesterday I saw
a small black lizard
race by the eggs.
I've never seen
the quail there.
It has been
over a week now,
or is it two
that I have counted
the eggs each morning.
today I counted ten.
I wish the hatching
would begin.
No that is probably not right,
once the eggs are laid,
the hatching starts.
I wish the pipping would begin,
that is when the chick
pecks through the shell
and climbs out of the egg.
Now, that will be an exciting day.
A day of new beginnings.
It was fun thinking about the difference between hatching and pipping. Here is a challenge, can you write a poem today about the meaning of a word? You might want to use a dictionary and randomly find a page and a word. Have fun and you are welcome to share your poem in the comments below.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI hope you get to see the quail break out of their shells. Wonder why the parents aren't nearby or maybe they are.