But on this day,
when he cracked open the small brown door
a slit of light split the dark kerfuffle
illuminating the pet hen
set deep in her bedding.
As she raised her great white bottom,
he saw the elastic pink circle
let escape a perfectly smooth orb.
Against protest, he snatched this jewel
with his cold ungloved hand.
Warm to touch,
and hot against the sting of winter
it rolled smoothly over his hand
against his face
across his lips.
He ran excitedly to show mother,
as the chickens escaped
through the crack in the small brown door.