Shell Shocked (A Chicken In An Egg)

I scratch a line On the wall of my cell For each day I spend in my round opal jail. I’m growing a weapon To pound free from this house, But the orange heavy hammer is still soft on my mouth. Am i an eagle or a hawk rapturing mice in the sunlight? An owl or a falcon Crushing bunnies in the blind night? Is this a gladus or a mace designed for the kill Or soft smooth feathers with flippers and a bill? Am I a fencepost vagrant, a black mocking bard Or a pious pea hen pecking bout the yard? Just one more crack, And I’m off to my fate, But for now I sit back And dream while I wait.