The exuberance of Easter has faded in a week.

Their marshmallow tummies are showing signs of tweak.

The middle chick is cute, and finely still pristine.

The other two distorted, their messy beaks terrine.

The leaning does confuse me: who is zooming whom?

Who believed, and who doubted, the rising from the tomb?

This is my post for Day 27 of NaPoWriMo