Boy and Egg

By: Naiomi Shibhab Nye

Boy and Egg

Every few minutes, he wants

to march the trail of flattened rye grass

back to the house of muttering

hens. He too could make

a bed in hay. Yesterday the egg so fresh

it felt hot in his hand and he pressed it

to his ear while the other children

laughed and ran with a ball, leaving him,

so little yet, too forgetful in games,

ready to cry if the ball brushed him,

riveted to the secret of birds

caught up inside his fist,

not ready to give it over

to the refrigerator

or the rest of the day.


I think it is about a boy who is an outcast who wants to be social like everyone else but he can't because he feels he needs to care for the chickens which are very important to him. He feels this because each egg he sees life and a new beginning which, he thinks, that no one else sees the value behind it which is why he doesn't give up the egg.
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Naomi got her experience and influence from the areas she traveled and the sights shes seen. She's traveled all throughout different parts of Asia which has given her experience.
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