She’s going to be surprised when she’s got a dozen chickens in the nest.
The Egg Hunt
My dad found six.
My mom found ten.
Myself, I found eleven.
The bunny hid
Two dozen eggs,
But we found twenty seven.
While twenty four
Are fine and fresh
The rest are old and rotten.
And now we think
The three that stink
Were hidden, but forgotten.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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