even a pigeon will sit on a chicken egg,
nurse a foreign thing to life.
why can’t love be shown
limitlessly, generously, fully?
why must there always be
a difference between the eggs,
when truly they are just eggs?
is it such a crime to show love
even to bugs? even to harmful things?
to the spider, mosquitoes, moths —
did hearts evolve, from nature,
only to cut things out?
where in the world of chickens,
nursed to life by pigeons,
did hatred begin to creep in, and love out?
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