With a bag in the mind,
For many yards I walked
On the pavement,
On the hill,
In the meadows,
Through the malls
And bazaars.
No idea was there,
Stumbling on the leaves,
Flying over the daffodils,
Swallowing on water,
Running across the stream,
Stacked with others in the basket,
And well decorated in the glass.
I came back,
And put down the that, empty.
Appetite took me to the kitchen.
Eggs filled my belly.
Oh, it was there,
With bruised leg,
Mewing behind the vase.
I placed it into the bag
And dropped it on the page.