After Easter

The day after Easter
There’s a lot of eggs lost.
Some hiders are too good,
Some eggs are just tossed.

Lost but not gone,
Those eggs lie in wait.
Once hunters move on
They’ve only one fate.

They’re chocolaty, jelly bean,
Marshmallow, colorful.
They break through their shells
And are new bunny wonderful.

They’ll be back in a year
Much more than full grown,
When they’ll hide big baskets
Of eggs of their own.