The Egg of Choice

A plastic egg
fell down from a hidden
from branch to branch it
bounced over
meeting ground - terrain -
at the very end.

I found the egg
one morning
while cycling straight to work
and picked it up by chance
mapping its white cold shell I
was uncertain
on what to do next.

That's a plastic egg - I thought
an alien
poured down from a random tree
uncrashed, unspoiled, untouched
and yet not in its right place.
What I did? I put it back
and left.

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