67/365 The Hunt


The Hunt

Oh how adults love to hide them all

These colorful eggs, both big and small

We search for them like a New York detective

To find each one is our objective.

Where oh where can they be?

They are hidden well

We are perplexed

This hunt is swell

Now don’t get vexed!

At last we’ve found them

They could not hide

We gather them up

And beam with pride!

~ Journella