The Green Egg 08/16/2013
The air carries an aura of quiet.
Prints of various beasts mark the ground.
Its all here in the jungle.
Underneath the palm fronds.
I seek the most elusive.
Along the river's stream.
You can see the bright gleam.
Of what lies hidden in the mists.
An egg of most green.
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