I looked for myself behind mirrors 

and in windows along busy streets 

then discovered me in Shakespeare

and marveled how he knew

my soul would be like Hamlet’s

and need to know…to know..

to know what my flesh is heir to

…and why.

I will not make my quietus

with bodkin bare or poison rare 

and cut short my search for me.

An owner's manual would be helpful.

In the meantime:  Baby Pictures

I've got to take the picture before the chicks get so large that I might inferrer with their development... or my closeness might cause them to try to leave the nest before they can fly.  Yesterday's and today's photographs show how much they grow in just 24 hours.