Breadcrumbs
At this stage
We're breadcrumbs
Tracing a path
Through the forest
From wherever we are
Now back to a place
Once called home
The birds are either
Not very hungry
Or all dead
The witch is eating
Chicken cacciatore
And the dad
Has sold his ax
To pay his child support.
We’re left wondering:
Is there any bread left
Or did he use the entire loaf?
11/7/23
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