On the way up from gathering eggs, I feel as though I'm being watched, in a sideways sort of way.
Like, look at me, I want to you but I'm pretending like I don't.
See? I'm way too cool for you.
But not really.
Will you come play?
I'm so cute and you know it.
I'm right here, even though I know you can't see me behind this fence.
Invisible.
But still cute.
And if you're not going to come play, at least let me at those eggs.
What a gorgeous time of year.
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