@codare 2 March 2020 edited more from that month

Dogs' Eggs (Wrapped in Plastic)

She always knew What came first – The chicken or the egg? Of course – It was the hen. After all It was the hen She had first seen Squeezing an egg Out of its butt Which led to her earliest Cross-nomenclature When, soon after, She witnesses a dog Performing A very similar feat. “Dogs’ eggs!” She had exclaimed Unlike hens’ eggs These were usually Longer And browner And softer And often found Discarded on footpaths, Nature strips, And front lawns. No brooding here Abandoned To slowly disintegrate Slough off in the rain Or harden in the sun To a dusty, chalky, white And so it was that Over the years of Crap encrusted heels And shit shod soles It became socially Decreed de rigueur That all pooch and pup Pedestrians should be: Restricted by leash; Chaperoned by human; Pursued by plastic bag To be used for the sole Purpose of:                     i.   Scooping up:                     ii.   Confining, and;                   iii.   Disposing of Any miscreant Sole shit shodding, Heel crap encrusting Dogs’ eggs  In time She came to fear The visions That would suddenly invade Her thoughts – The seemingly inevitable Chomolunginas, Chhongoris, and Kangchenjungas – A complete orogenic belt Of polyethylene encased dogs’ eggs, Of turds in plastic, A formidable Mountain climbing legacy For her children And her children’s children. In retrospect Maybe their original Un-intervened Innate Ability to Decompose and compost Into the humus of This world’s Repurposing decay May well have been The better option And worth A few soiled soles.