Idea Hatched!

A hen hatches on an idea one day And sits aboard, protective of its outcome. It waits and wriggles its ears Under a feather cap, Cocks to the left and right To hear the crunch... Rotten and broken and half Hatched they stare, the shells Lay bare open While the creative juices run scattered The colony of hens mourns for their loss. Alas!! Their ideas have gone for a toss. But this one sticks out, unruffled The idea within the bulge ripens To a week and a score almost full. Dressed in sun shades of yellow and watery white It awaits a dawn oh so bright!