The Perfect Morning

Short and Sweet

The Perfect Morning

It feels I've stood here hours watching the water,

Waiting to see the last breath.

Finally it comes,

Bubbles race to the surface and I know it nearly time.

I watch the struggle, the tossing and turning

Spinning clockwise now counter-

There in front of me.

Soon I'll pull him out,

But it won't end there, not yet.

I'll take a knife, crack open his head

Enjoy what I've been craving all morning

The most perfectly boiled egg.