Wicked
These birds
stealing the crumbs
strewn about
so we could
find our way home

Have you forgotten
dear sister
Dear friend
All that we
once knew?

Only the stones remain
The ones stuck
in the bottom
of our shoes

They are painful reminders
of a road uneven
and a dark path
to places
we would rather forget

The old hag's
half-eaten home
Like her half-eaten heart
and the nights we spent
locked up inside

Oh brave sibling
How you stayed strong
Without your wit and cunning
I'd have surely died

Where now are
the crumbs we lost?
The golden days
we once had
Like a wicked bird
she pecked
and scavenged
and little seems
to remain

Come let's look
Let us try
Perhaps we can
still find
the way home