Invitations went out.
“Come see the show. Greatest show ever. The act of creation. Come now, come early, see it all.”
The all came. They all saw.
The chicken concentrated. It thought. It pressed. It clucked. It conceived.
The egg descended slowly. It glowed. It was glorious.
The egg split in two. A gold and a silver. They both cracked open.
Two small chicks, a black and a white, stumbled out onto the plains, parting. Each veered, wobbled, varied their course towards the horizon. They pecked for seeds. They walked on, searching, searching.