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
