Mystery Dozen
A dozen eggs sits in the crate, smooth and quiet, each one a small, pale secret. No names stitched to the carton, no familiar cluck to claim parentage. The father is unknown. The hen is unknown. Together they make a mystery dozen.
Ingredients of a mystery dozen:
Twelve unmarked shells, varied in shade and weight.
A whisper of hay, a drift of straw, the faint scent of the coop.
Morning light that doesn't ask questions, only reveals.
Mystery Dozen
A dozen eggs sits in the crate, smooth and quiet, each one a small, pale secret. No names stitched to the carton, no familiar cluck to claim parentage. The father is unknown. The hen is unknown. Together they make a mystery dozen.
Ingredients of a mystery dozen:
Twelve unmarked shells, varied in shade and weight.
A whisper of hay, a drift of straw, the faint scent of the coop.
Morning light that doesn't ask questions, only reveals.
