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The Egg by lynne black


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It glows at night and
sometimes it hums
but i's not there
when anyone comes

I moved it once
to the cupboard under
the stairs
but when I returned
it was back, right there!

Sometimes I just sit in
my chair
and for hours and hours
All I can do is stare

I covered it up with a
blanket last night
but somewhere inside it
it screamed with fright

I suppose it's conected
to the pain in my head
so maybe I'll just go
and get in my bed

Ah that's better
it's soft and it's warm
and I feel safe from the
impending storm.

slowly I sink into a
deep restful sleep
deep in the glow and the
hum so sweet.