A Curious Union

In shadowed pens where light and dark entwine,  

A pig and chicken, cross a curious line.  

Their whispered vows beneath the moon's pale glow,  

With oaths to secrets only they would know.

A wondrous egg, the product of their tryst,  

A marvel, nature's wild alchemic twist.  

Its shell, a testament to what they've spun,  

A union, strange beneath the blazing sun.

The pig, it marveled at the egg's grand size,  

Yet feared the mystery behind those eyes.  

Once broken, yielding yolk of amber thread,  

A fusion, bacon, egg, on breakfast spread.