Yes, I name the animals. This is my job.
It suits me well, for I am free to speculate.
Which came first? The chicken or the egg?
I peer into the roost box. Freebird 1.0 and 2.0 ruffle feathers, squawk.
Both are serving time and time again,
sharing a single sentence for having flown the coop.
I reach under one hen, then the other,
and pull forth two eggs, at first identical then different.
One is one smaller, less speckled, more oval, has a thicker shell.
I name them Lo and Behold,
simply because – here they are!