By Snigdha Agrawal
On Easter morn, with baskets bright,
Four tiny tots dressed in onesies white
Set out on an Easter egg hunt.
All bushy-tailed and bright-eyed.
But lurking near the garden hedge,
A rookie pup stood on the edge,
His name? Waffles. Coat fluffy gold
With one big dream: an egg to hold.
He sniffed and snorted the flower beds,
Then spotted what looked like an egg!
Pink and huge, dusted with gold,
His to claim, his to own.
But then the tots raised a hullabaloo,
“Hey, Waffles! That’s for us kiddos
Drop it at once, will you?!”
What followed was a tug-of-war
Four kids and a fluffy pup,
With an expression that said
I’m not giving up,
heard a loud crack!
The egg exploded.
They jumped back,
Out popped a chicken
Bathed in glowing light.
It twirled, it chirped.
Waffles stood and stared,
Then licked its face
Without any protest.
‘GO…GO…’ the youngsters cried
But Waffles just stood, eyes open wide.
Then, ‘GO’ rang a bell in his doggy mind.
He left to chase a squirrel with wise eyes.
Thus, the war of “who wins”
ended on an amicable note,
The tots with their baskets full
Got back in time for Easter brunch.
Snigdha Agrawal (nee Banerjee) is a passionate septuagenarian writer with five published books, including Fragments of Time (Memoirs), her deeply personal memoir. A lifelong lover of storytelling, she blends fact and fiction with a keen eye for detail and emotion. Her works span diverse genres, reflecting her rich experiences and insightful observations.
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